BEADS OF MARBLE

I, the marble statue with a head of fire,
Cooling my temples in cold and white prayer…
In a gesture of palm or of the star
Affix your body, that hypnotic jewel of alabaster
Sculpted with pure kisses and burnished by age;
Serene, like having the moon as a cuirass;
White, more than if you were the foam of race,
And from the tabernacle of your chastity,
Raise to me the deep lilies of your soul;
My shadow will kiss your shroud of calm,
Which rising, rising will enwrap me with you;
Then my flesh will be lost in yours…
Then my soul will be diluted in yours…
Then there will be glory… and we will be a god!

—Love of white and cold,
Love of statues, lilies, stars, gods …
Give him to me, my God!