How can I tell you? You are unbearable close, / You are fruit bursting in the heart, / You are the name the mute mouth bears / Like a sea in the palm of the earth. / I touch, and envy my touching hand; / Touching, I yearn to touch. / The fear at this motionless moment doesn’t pass by: / You are here inside, here is inside here. / Here burns the fire of the soul, / Not consuming the fire of the heart.
