Axiom (o poema que andou perdido no nevoeiro da memória durante 20 anos)

(cortesia do que meu tão querido Alberto Pimenta)

Axiom: you are a sea.
Your eye-
lids curve over chaos.

My hands
where they touch you, create
small inhabited islands.

Soon you will be
all earth: a known
land, a country.

Margaret Atwood