XVI

 

This night newlywed

I am my own balcony.

I am a window

without any other attire than love.

And when day

knocks on the glass at my window

I have to put on my newlywed sheet.

Balcony I am.

To display the white cloth

so white through the window,

after this new wed night.

Without one vein of bitterness,

without purple pins,

without isle or cotton

in which the pain can reside.

That white and pure

I am my own balcony.

Good-bye to the blood.

Good-bye blood, the blood and its twilight.

Like this, nude and covered

with my newlywed bedsheet

I am so armed.

And through the streets of Spain

and on to my weary America I’ll go

to show off my white cloth,

vagina white. White love.

Because this night newlywed I am my own balcony.