I want to paint you poems full of fire,  you who I do not know.  Now my mind is tested with love which  twists and wavers from side to side and which  some day soon you may see...  I want you to cascade through ten thousand  rainbows with me and dredge mount  ains  from the sea:  you who I now begin to know.  But emotion is pent up inside,  too scared of dying again to live,  and meanwhile I must endure your  red-copper hair screaming like a  water-baby black eyes stare  from my ceiling:  you who I now truly know...  Now I cannot see too clearly  and already my trellis stands bare...  How can I break free of these overclinging  arms which entwine and enfold me?... And reach  to the clear blue sea?  I want you to know, but how can I  tell you? I want you to see  but my o  wn eyes are blind...  The Octopus now enfolds me,  I know you too well...  --