The Dress I Have

You were a cocoon hidden - invisible – among the leaves. You opened you opened you wound around the needle of time days and nights row upon row warm and soft, you became a garment. My garment! Ah! how warm I am with you in the time of cold in the time of all colds. Warp and weft woven, my shape, a wool of silk without any colour invisible. Soft and delicate you wrap around my body you move over my skin: the wave of a leaf’s air, on my shoulder the kiss of a sap vessel, on my navel you are the sound of white mulberries, in my ear. Ripe mulberries that one by one quickly come running and fall upon my head: naked in your embrace under the tree thick with branches and leaves ...