You Are Like Night, Calmed, Constellated. Your

Sometimes A Piece Of Sun Burned Like A Coin In My Hand.

I Need The Sea Because It Teaches Me

I Don’t Love You As If You Were The Salt-rose, Topaz Or Arrow Of Carnations That Propagate Fire: I Love You As Certain Dark Things Are Loved, Secretly, Between The Shadow And The Soul.

The Night Is Shattered, And The Blue Stars Shiver In The Distance.

I Am Made Of Earth, And My Song Made Of Words.