From “20 Love Poems and a Song of Despair” https://g.co/kgs/qy7zfr
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm muscle.
Oh the goblets of your breasts! Oh the abyss of your eyes!
Oh the roses of your pubis! Oh your voice!
Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace
Your breast is enough for my heart.
I have gone marking the atlas of your body
with kisses of fire …
to cast anchor in the harbor between your legs.
Now too, you bring me honeysuckle
and even your flanks smell of it.
You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices.
I want to do with you …
what spring does to the cherry trees.