From desire

What if I tell you that I saw a bird
Upon your sex...
should you believe it?
And if it isn’t true, the Universe will not change at all.
If I say that desire is Eternity
Because the moment burns without end
Should you believe it?
And if it’s not true...
So many have said it that it could be.
In desire we are touched by sophomania, ornaments
Immodesty, shame.
Why can’t I dot with innocence and poetry
Bones, blood, flesh, the now
And everything in us that will become misshapen?


Hilda Hilst