The Daily Course of Love

I will never again
ask you—
Did you ever love me too?

Without ever uttering the word 'love,'
this silent giving of everything you are—
isn't this what we call love?

The way you tend to my feelings
day after day with your own hands—
doesn't this become love?

Holding me deep against your chest...
letting entire nights pass this way—
doesn't love live in this habit?

When you touch me across my body—
doesn't the fierce feeling of love
survive in this?

When I disappear from your sight
for even a moment,
the restlessness it stirs in you—
doesn't this multiply love?

The way I grope through memories of you
in some intense intoxication...
doesn't this close the distance between us?

For me—
let this much space I occupy
in your mind, this visible expanse
be love!