Your mouth recalls a little vessel of hyacinths
Fissured by simple rings, entwined in dreamy foam-
I caressing you fearlessly, your sad form of tallows, chrysalises

Among my shipwrecked heart
Throbbing as an aged atlas or undressing roses
You are my sole lighthouse, hope’s daughter
Instantaneous kindling of love’s inferno

Net of kisses where my fish of solitude sang
O frayed sand bosom, cupolas of cerulean shells

Vagrant birds pecking at thorny stars
A wave, slightly hoarse on the briny flag
Of my maritime territory with polders, brikes

Your mouth infiltrating my ironless heart,
With desire-weaving pincers of love’s mantle