Perhaps when our bodies throb and rub
against each other, they produce a sound
inaudible to us but heard up there, in the clouds and higher,
by those who can no longer hear common sounds . . .
Or, maybe, this is how He wants to check by ear: are we still intact?
No cracks in mortal vessels? And to this end He bangs
men against women?
© 2006, Vera Pavlova
From: Pis'ma v sosednyuyu komnatu: 1001 priznaniye v lyubvi (Letters to a room next door: 1001 confessions of love)
Publisher: AST Publishing House, Moscow, 2006