How desire is a thing I might die for. Longing a well,

欲望是如何成为一件我愿为之赴死的事。渴望一口井，

a long dark throat. Enter any body

一条幽长黑暗的喉咙。踏入任何一片

of water and you give yourself up

水域，将自己全然交出

to be swallowed. Even the stones

任其吞没。连顽石

know that. I have writhed

也深谙此理。我曾依偎着你翻滚扭动，

against you as if against the black

如同贴着深潭漆黑的

bottom of a deep pool. I have emerged

潭底。我从你的双臂间挣脱，

from your grip breathless

气喘吁吁，

and slicked. How easily

浑身湿滑。我该有多么容易

I could forget you

忘记你是一个

as separate, so essential

独立的个体，此刻你对我而言

you feel to me now. You

是如此不可或缺。你

beneath me like my own

在我身下，宛如我自身的

blue shadow. You silent as the moon

蓝色倒影。你寂静无声，当月亮

drifts like a petal

如一片花瓣

across your skin, my mouth

飘过你的皮肤，我的唇

to your lip—you a spring

贴着你的唇——你是一处泉眼

I return to, unquenchable, and drink.

我不断回归，无法餍足，痛饮不休。