Cherishing

I cherish my lips: the seat of your sweet kisses now a garden of red roses... I cherish my eyes: the seat of your loving gaze now a window opened onto another world... A thin line of light on the wall, began to stir grew wide in breadth and length. A shining rectangle, slid down the wall and covered silent and calm the cold floor of my room; it came forward and played joint by joint the toes of my feet with a constant warm tickle whispering on my skin: — the sun is breaking the bars of the window. I cherish all the pores of my skin: the seat of your sun’s caresses and the murmurs of your hidden poems: another constellation transformed. Composed in silence composed in darkness to the melody of the autumn stream in the valley. I cherish cherish! this dough of clay between our soft fingertips, kneaded with my earth with your water. Creation, anew! In this world and from now on beyond eternity in all the worlds, I cherish and hold dear this second: brimming transformed by your kiss...