As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I have hunger for your mouth, for your voice, for your hair

I love the piece of earth you are,because in all the planetary prairiesI do not have another star. You repeatthe multiplication of the universe.

Of so much moon were your hips to me,of all the sun your deep mouth and its delight,of so much burning light like honey in the shade

With kisses your mouth taught memy lips came to know fire.

I touched you and my life stopped

Oh invade me with your scalding mouth,search me if you like, with your nocturnal eyes,but allow me to sail and sleep upon your name.

I repeated: come with me, as if I were dying,and no one saw in my mouth the moon that was bleeding,no one saw the blood that was rising into the silence.Oh love, now let us forget the star with thorns!