There was no fanfare
Or hubbub,
No imperial trumpets
Or resounding drums
And cymbals,
No flying doves,
Or wide-open
Skies,
But when your body
Was offered to my palate,
The Noria of pleasure
Began to pour
The river of desire.
Today, when the seasons
Have changed in the landscape
Before my eyes,
When the clouds
Have cleared
Their path
And the lighthouses
No longer emit their light,
I remember your figure
Reclining on the sea’s divan,
And in my chest
All the luminaries
Of the universe shine.
On that day,
The light of the sun
That you carry
In your pupils
Hit my moons,
And my entire earth was
Illuminated with your wonders.
In my dark caverns
And in the night catacombs,
The hidden longings
I harbored for you
Were illuminated.
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