Their softness came flying over time, over the sea, over the smoke, over the spring, and when you placed your hands on my chest, I recognized those golden dove wings, I recognized that clay and that color of wheat ... A pale blonde went by like a golden plant swaying her gifts. And my mouth went like a wave discharging on her breast lightningbolts of blood ... Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You ve moon-lines, apple pathways Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat ... Home