In a mystical agony moan
builds stars the universe.
And in that silence dead last,
comes the closest of the verses.

Verses … that scent of sex,
even when the words are touching.
Where your body is an annex of the sky,
and a sunrise every kiss begins.

Sunrises that stain of sighs,
pore opening in spring.
Walking your skin with cold sapphires.

My language with the power of gold,
the meat becomes soul.
And your mouth on the sweetest of treasures