Collecting poems: I am a sculptor, a molder of form.

I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.

But then, in front of you, I melt them down
I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,

but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.

My souls spills into yours and is blended.
Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.

Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,
I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.

In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.

Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave.