Eternal Spell

Wordless, sweet are the words of your tongue, soft and playful in my mouth. In my mouth, silent, open, open before your mouth. The sweetness of your magic rolls sip by sip over my palate: sips of jasmine stamen on the palate of the honeybee without end... flowing, fresh sips: a dancing crystal — sweet kiss of nectar on the eager mouth — glides along the line of time, clings to the whole of this line, to all the moments. Sips of the spell of a single moment: pure union unto eternity...