Mountains raise As your breasts, upon the valley As you see the skies falling droplets From grayest clouds. Your cloak has been formed By stray leaves, covering wounds, The Earth, in bandaged soil. Do you bleed With the cross upon your mouth? Why has forgiveness evaded you, Simplest youth for my loving Heart, that has grown dark? The world has arms, Naked in their sweeping. They stream the crimson In Hellish fires. I do kiss your palms. Let your eyes wander Down to the forests between your legs, As your gaze is scattered, To the winds that blow freely. I want to dine On irises embedded in blue, To kiss The dearest you, beneath the fullest moon. Why do dreams come without ending?