I love my enemy...

It hurts in the sole of the foot,
on the inside of the face,
and it hurts in the cool trunk
of the new-cut night.


Love, my enemy,
bite your bitter root !


There is a bitter root
and a world of a thousand enemy's
Where are you going, where ?
There is a sky of enemy's
- a battle of livid bees-
and there is a bitter root.