sunlight was over
our mouths fears hearts lungs arms hopes feet hands
under us the unspeaking Mediterranean bluer
than we had imagined
a few cries drifting though
high air
a sail a fishing boat somebody an invisble spectator
maybe certain nobodies laughing faintly
playing moving far below us
perhaps one villa caught like pieces
of a kite in the trees, here
and here reflecting
sunlight
(everywhere sunlight keen complete
silent
and everywehre you your kisses your flesh mind breathing
beside under around myself)
by and by
a fat colour reared itself against the sky and the sea
. . . finally your eyes knew
me, we smiled to each other, releasing lay, watching
(sprawling, in grass upon a
cliff)what had been something
else carefully slowly fatally turning into ourselves . .
while in the very middle of fire all
the world becomign bright and little melted.
Juvenilia 