There is a cave in man,
it is where he comes from.
It is not a womb, it is stone,
the place where he returns
to take refuge from woman
who sleeps curled up inside him.
It is where man keeps his weapons,
claws and teeth,
the early image of his sex,
where he goes to look at his dreams,
hunched up like a caterpillar,
chin on knees.
When woman wakes up, man leaps to his feet
and does not know where he is now.
He sees breasts and womb,
the body's icon like a window to heaven
and the creamy swamps of her lap,
the toothless mysterium of thirst
and the mother-of-pearl saw of hunger,
teeth and blood.
Eira Stenberg (born1943) Finland
Translator not stated
Source: Finnish Literature Society
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