Eyes, lakes with my simple drunkenness reborn

Other than the troubadour who evoked the gesture

As with a quill, of oil lamps’ ignoble smoke

I pierced a window in the linen wall

From my leg and arms clear treacherous swimmer

In increasing leaps and bounds, denying the bad

Hamlet!  It’s as if in the wave I invented

A thousand sepulchers for it, virgin, to disappear

Hilarious gold of a cymbal with angry fists

Suddenly the sun strikes the nudity

That exhaled my pure freshness of mother-of-pearl

When you passed over me, stale night of the skin

Not knowing, ingrate!  that it was all my consecration

This rouge drowned in the water of faithless glaciers

07/31/08