MOUTH TO MOUTH (fragment)

Cup of life where I love and dream
Of drinking death with somber satisfaction,
Furrow of fire where fantasy creates
Bold seeds of melancholy.

O mouth, you kiss from a distance, and beckon
In silence, a tablet of madness
The color of thirst and humid with flames…
Your teeth are a gate to the abyss!

Sex of a sad soul of glory
You anoint pleasure with pain; your kiss,
A dagger of fire in a sheath of ecstasy,
It devours me in dreams like a pink cancer…

A jewel of blood and moonlight; a vase filled
With roses of silence and harmony,
Nectary of his honey and his poison,
A vampire turned butterfly by daylight.

Ardent knife of glacial lilies,
Honeycomb of kisses, a living amphora
Where berries of dawn in the wine of dusk
Offer deliria and delight…

A case of flaming velvets
In which his voice is shining prey,
Wings of the word threatening flight
Chalice where the heart blazes.