Today I Went Down

　　by Breyten Breytenbach

　　 today I went down on your body

　　 while windows were thick white eyes

　　 and hearkened the clogged cavities

　　 in the small darkroom of your chest，

　　 hedging an eternity over the aching voice

　　 from your gorgeous throat，

　　 agony and exaltation flow in one divide

　　 if I may make so bold，

　　 your thighs are a loveword your hair

　　 night's glittering lining of secret disport：

　　 I aimed for the innermost moon

　　 and rent， moved by the syntax and the slow

　　 of sadness and of joy， so

　　 I love you， love you so

　　 when the blinding comes，

　　 the discomposure of silence，

　　 it must be high up the hills

　　 where hundreds of poor

　　 stamp their feet in the dust， and drums

　　 and woman voices like this ululating skyline

　　 gag the final ecstasy

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