I want to paint you poems full of fire,
You who I do not know.

Now my mind is tested with love which
Twists and wavers from side to side and which
Some day soon you may see...
I want you to cascade through ten thousand
rainbows with me and dredge mountains
from the sea:
You who I now begin to know.

But emotion is pent up inside,
Too scared of dying again to live,
And meanwhile I must endure your
red-copper hair screaming like a
water-baby black eyes stare
from my ceiling:
You who I now [bad word] know...

Now I cannot see too clearly
And already my trellis stands bare...
How can I break free of these overclinging
Arms which entwine and enfold me?... And reach
To the clear blue sea?
I want you to know, but how can I
tell you? I want you to see
but my own eyes are blind...

The Octopus now enfolds me,
I know you too well..