The burden of life!

I loved bearing it, just like you,

hearing it grow inside me,

in living flesh.

 

I didn't only want

to open your wound,

I didn't only want

the patient vocation of a labourer:

I wanted the earth's vocation too,

which also is yours.

 

Treat love like a profession,

to be practised with great care.

 

Repeat to perfection

as often as necessary,

until it lasts

and everything inside

is in the right place.

 

Let the sun rise into the night.

Never let love become a leftover, a memory.