Inverted Embryo

I carried you I carried you unseen like the scent of violets in my womb. I crossed the dry roads stage by stage I cast off ruin through the cypresses of what was once a cypress grove I passed with you. And you far from the eyes of the time of hell through the opening of your soft navel gave me milk to drink drop by drop the nectars of your soul. And you in my inflamed veins moment by moment made fresh red blood flow with the dear beats of your heart. I carried you delicate as the scent of violets I carried you, I crossed hell. Is hell eternal? Does the blind knowledge of hell make other, altered forms? So be it! So be it! I will cross the hells one after another! I will cross with bare feet the deserts where they scattered broken glass. I will cross it will be crossed hell after hell: with the embryo of your love that I hid, joyful and alive, forever in my womb: with you, light-winged like the scent of hyacinth in the depths of my being...