only i have bitten your lips
an angry wind blows by and sets you hair on firelike autumn leaf in flames you’re dragged on trails of ashesa rain falls over us, a rain…
by pallid balladeers, by wounded boys in flamesby sad, downhearted kings or by modern guitars:how many lines of love have been declared away…
oh innocent word oh shady hairoh dark flower whose fragrant flapping wounds the skin of the souloh cold mouthlike…
you are sweet as the water of a woman’s sweet riverthat showers with its flowing every beautiful night:sweet as the coffee flower whose breath is…
as free as crying soul enclosed deeply in a graveas free as wounded blood that runs away from veinsas free as infant’s cry fleeing the cradle’s…
on the tower of my sensesspring lays & singsevery note is a bosomevery trill a posy tossed upon the wind
togethersurmounting endless pleasures on the unsettled sea of our bodies
