The sauna

Last time in sauna, we were together.

Naked, sitting by each other, 

you were holding my hand,
looking through the salty window the archipelago.
Isolated island, 

you kindled the wet woods,

perseverance of an animal.

I admired the lines of your body.
We swam in the autumn evening sea,

the wind was blowing only our heads.

Images of stillness.

I am standing still, alone. 

Deafening silence, but not hostile.

To be anchored to my present,
I will devote all my poetry to you.

And surrender to that,

since I won't to you.