I know you exist not just because your eyes fly
and give light to things like an open window

Then love knew it was called love.
And when I lifted my eyes to your name,
suddenly your heart showed me my way

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.

Your eyes have the colour of the moon,

I love you like the plant that does not bloom
and carries in itself, hidden, the light of those flowers,

Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.