Shell and Kernel

Let them see a body that is not a body but only a shell, with a shell’s gaze, a shell’s laughter, a shell’s steps. Let them see something like themselves, no different from themselves. Let the shells “judge,” let them place this shell in the column of the “good” or the column of the “bad.” This shell that has nothing to do with me: for I am there. I am only there with all my body, there in your arms. With the turbulent flood of my tears of joy, with my feverish skin. I have listened only to the sound of your burning heart. I am only there: in the murmurs of your future, in the clear murmurs beneath the skin. A gurgling spring bursting out of the openings of the rock, wave in the arms of wave, the spring is rolling over the earth to the edge of the wheat field. I am only there: in your arms, rolling together on the damp soil endlessly amid the wheat field ...