When you appeared
In front of the blue background
Of the infinite sea,
I saw the flash of your smile
Like a lighthouse to guide
My desperate gaze
Toward the unparalleled sweetness
Of your archangel's wings,
Your mother-of-pearl smile,
Your chest of gold,
Your trunk of pearls,
And as in a dream
My delirious heart
Began to beat.
You are the ambrosia’s
Pourer angel,
You gave me to drink
From the churning of your ocean
Of milk and honey,
Your syrup macerated
My chest soaked
In your sidereal aroma
Where tenderness
And pleasure abound.
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