My love, my found love
suddenly in the oyster's death.
I want to eat you, being with you, loving you,
I want to touch, to see you.

I say it to myself, they say in my body
the threads of my usual blood,
it says this pain and my shoes
and my mouth and my pillow.

I love you, love, love absurdly,
foolishly, lost, enlightened,
Dreaming of roses and inventing stars
saying goodbye and going to your side.

I love you from the post of the corner,
from the carpet of that room alone,
in the sheets of your warm body
where the water of poppies falls asleep.

Air of hair uncovered,
River at night, dark roses field,
blind hive, love unearthed,

I will follow your moves upwards
your feet to your thigh and your side.