O THORNY stem from which the flower is broken,
You that I love, come back, hear what I say.
No need to fear, I swear to leave unspoken
Heavy hot words burning my tongue away.
Twinkling phrases in luminous, fragile tissue,
These will I weave for you and from my eyes
Drain the shadows that darken the issue
You would have always bright and soft with lies.
Here are my tears, shallow and easy-flowing,
All for your grief with never one for mine.
Only be near me, close while the wind is blowing,
Your eyes above me hiding the stars’ cruel shine.
I forfeit truth of woman and of art
To touch your hand and lie against your heart.
ESTHER DETTE