Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone,
the jaws of piano,
the bitten apple of the moon,
and the appetite
of silence!
The bow of the wind
the violin of the river!
The teethed moon,
the hammock of crescent
between two
twilight poles!
The drunken dark river,
the savour of the apple
on the tongue of the night
the nectar of the music!
The white throne of jasmines
and the dark locks of the night,
the fragrance of whiteness
hovering above
and wavering on
the riverbed
of your pitch-black hair!
