A pale blonde went by like a golden plant swaying her gifts. And my mouth went like a wave discharging on her breast lightningbolts of blood ... Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You ve moon-lines, apple pathways Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat ... Clasping my arms like a climbing plant the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace. Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning. Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul ... Home