Camphorated Fortunes


...and during that night

her intimacy stole

many camphorated fortunes

from the trenches of pitch-dark time.

She forced me to reveal

bygone stories,

my breast full of wounds,

and a stairway of my hidden temperatures

for climbing onto the roof of excitements.

She remembered

when beauty was a condition for love

and my heart was full of sparkle.

I too was her intimate friend!