You lay in a box hidden in a cupboard;
Where was the honour in that?
What became of your infamous wishes,
of which I had never heard?
Did you really crave the sea
Enough to spurn your last lover’s bed?
Fire, Water, Air and Earth——
One consumed you, two denied you,
The fourth I brought you——
A seat of carved rosewood
And a pot of cast iron,
Whose handles I wear as earrings
And whose lid I lift by a love-knot.
I gave your body the shape I knew
And the voice I remembered.
I will never burn your messages;
I have tasted you.