If only I could, I’d make you a princess,
a feline queen, a white honeysuckle,
a dark night encounter on a motorway,
or a lotus flower sprouting out of blood.
Perhaps a crevasse releasing the bird
to its song, so that it could fly afar and above
possessing the moon all in flames of red,
until its flight fainted, drained and dead.
If I knew, if only I knew
how to lighten your mouth with a kiss,
I’d whirl in a dance, I’d fall into prayer
I’d become a flame, a rose at sunrise,
a prince in the night unknown to all reason.
If I knew, if I could, I’d make you a woman.