Silence of metal sad and sonorous,
swords clustering with love
in the depths of the ruinous bone
of the bull’s volcanic regions.

The moistness of feminine gold
smelt, set splendour in his blood:
his roar took refuge among flowers
like a vast hurricane of lament.

He is drowning the tender clover
of coupling and fiery goring
with the grief of a thousand lovers.

Beneath his skin concealed furies
in the cradle of his horns,
are spinning thoughts of death.