My hair, voluminous from sleeping in

我的头发，因为

six different positions, redolent with your scent,

在六个不同位置睡下

helps me recall that last night was indeed real,

变得如书卷般浩繁，

that it's possible for a bedspread to spawn

它散发着你的气息，帮我

a watershed in the membrane that keeps us

回忆起昨夜的真实存在，

shut in our own skins, mute without pleasure,

而你并非梦影，

that I didn't just dream you into being.

而床单可以在细胞中孕育分水岭，

You fit like a fig in the thick of my tongue,

让我们关闭自己，平息欢愉归于沉默。

give my hands their one true purpose,

你像一个无花果，完美配合我舌头的厚，

find in my shoulder a groove for your head.

给我的手有了存在的目的，

In a clinch, you're clenched and I'm pinched,

让我的肩找到你的头可以栖居的小窝。

we're spooned, forked, wrenched, lynched

在一次扭抱中，你被握紧而我被捏实，

in a chestnut by a mob of our own making,

在一个板栗中，我们造出了一群暴民，

only to be resurrected to stage several revivals

我们被他们施以羹勺和刀叉，绞扭和鞭打，

that arise from slightest touch to thwart

只为在这个舞台上反复地重生，

deep sleep with necessities I never knew

然后是最深的睡眠，

I knew until meeting you a few days

这睡眠攸关生死，

or many distant, voluptuous lifetimes ago.

哪怕对它最轻微的阻止，

都会让我们的生命起身复活。

我曾经对这攸关生死的睡眠浑然不知，

直到遇到你，

此间相隔几天，亦或无穷远的距离，

亦或，

颠鸾倒凤间的许多转世。