ANOTHER LINEAGE

Eros, I want to guide you, blind Father...
From your almighty hands I ask for
His sublime body spilled in fire
Upon my body faint in roses!

The electric corolla that I now open
Offers the nectary of a garden of wives;
To his vultures in my flesh I offer
A whole swarm of roseate doves.

Give to the two cruel serpents of his embrace
My great feverish stem …Absinth, honeys,
Spill on me from his veins, from his mouth …

Thus lying I am an ardent furrow
Where can be nurtured the seed
Of another lineage sublimely mad!