不遜

 

梅雨空や午後に狂わば奔流す

*

いま此処でなにもかも手放し

初夏の湿度にまかせてひたすら嬉しがる

あなたの身体に押し寄せるものが

『作品』だと云ったら不遜なのだろうか。
目にみえぬもの不埒な欲望さえ美しいと

いうことをわかってくれるだろうか。

-kaori-

When the rainy season sky and afternoons go mad,
they flow like torrents.

Right here, now, letting go of everything,

Resigned to the early summer humidity,

Is it presumptuous of me to call the things that surge
through your body "artworks"?

Would you understand that even things
that cannot be seen, even wicked desires, are beautiful?