4923 I do not owe anything

With the dowry you give me 

In exchange for my total love, 

I no longer owe anything to tears.

Nor do I owe anything 

To the voracious tooth 

Of rigged sadness 

That enters through my window 

When you walk out 

The door of my house.

I owe nothing 

To the contained gluttony 

Of the hungry lie 

That sits 

At my right hand 

On the table in my living room.

I owe nothing 

To the avid pain 

Of seeing my desolate heart 

Smothered in a fist 

Being shrunken 

By disappointment.

I owe nothing to absence, 

I owe nothing to abandonment.

Nor do I owe anything 

To the quick forgetting 

Of the urgencies declared 

In the field of my body, 

When the light of summer 

Is the clearest.

I owe nothing to the disguise, 

To the pretense, 

To the simulation, 

Nor to the deceit, 

Nor to the subterfuge. 

I must have lived these 

In your spectacle 

Of your flowers of fire, 

Your fireworks 

And Bengal lights.

I owe nothing to self-control, 

To the moderation, 

To the eagerness of wait

For your ray of light, 

Like in the tarot, 

To hit my watchtowers.

With the dowry you give me 

In exchange for my total love, 

I owe nothing to ruin, 

Nor fear, 

Or glimpsed death.