Poems and prose/Gedichten en literair proza By/Van


An afternoon diving
underneath waving arches
where refractions slant

One measured one’s breath
to unlimited depths

The sun befriended
our untaught bodies
as we dried on hard heather

Sex was still voiceless
the landscape without rim

Nothing was spoken
as we circled together
to find our mirror

So lies the soft mystery
of a heaving navel

As you touched me
a weightless language
averted my answer

You pointed to your mouth
that could not speak nor hear

What you learned at school
the deafdumb’s clinic
was the wisdom of fingers