2417 The old fallen walls of the mythical Jericho

Next time
That I be with you
I’m going to expand myself over you
As if I were a sky
Blue and deep.

Next time
That of the enriched manna
Of your body I can eat
I will be a beaver that desolates,
Your vast and florid taiga,
Without any commiseration,
Because me
That I am a static being
I was moved to the fondness,
For your voice
And the locomotion
That it began to register
In my sedentary body
It had as source
The light of your eyes
And the figure of your body,
Excessively slender.

Needless to say
That with your look
They were reconstructed in me
The old fallen walls
Of the mythical Jericho.