Ivan Dobnik - Vilenica

Mysterium magnum I
As you undress at night in our bedroom,
you always tell me something:
of no great importance, plain ephemeral things.
Alas, this happens just as I’m washing myself
and splashing water in the room next door
& can’t hear you very well.
I feel sorry for these words.
They’re like love’s last will,
but keep dripping into a void
where we’re not together.
Never shall I hear them,
make sense of them.
Likewise the Eternal
uncovers Himself to me every night
& whispers to me,
but I can no longer hear Him.
Because of my desire
to cleanse myself
with my own hands.
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