"Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair ".


Drunk with Turpentine and long kisses, summer, the yacht of roses direct, twisted to the death of the thin day grounded in solid marine frenzy. Pale and water strapped to my devouring I walk in the sour smell of climate uncovered gray dress still sounds bitter and abandoned a crest of foam sad. I, hard of passion, riding my single wave, , Hot and cold, sudden, asleep in the throat of the lucky islands white and sweet as fresh hip. Tremble at night my dress wet kisses madly power-laden efforts, divided in so heroic dreams and intoxicating roses practiced on me. Upstream, in the midst of the waves outside, your body is held parallel in my arms like a fish hit my soul infinitely fast and slow energy light blue.