V. SHE KISSED ME OFTEN

She kissed me often, as if she feared
an imminent departure... Her affections
were restless, nervous.

I didn't understand
such feverish haste. My coarse intention
never saw very far...
She foresaw!

She foresaw that our time would be short,
that the sail battered by the wind’s lash
was already waiting... and in her anxiety
she tried to leave me her soul with every embrace,
to put all eternity into her kisses.