I want to gnaw at the earth with my teeth,
I want to take the earth apart bit by bit
with dry, burning bites.
I want to mine the earth till I find you,
and kiss your noble skull,
and un-shroud you, and return you.
Claws that he dressed up
in gentleness and flowers
but which, in the end, he bares
in all his cruelty.
- The triumph of the night. From your most beautiful hands,
Flow all the shadows and all the stars,
And my body becomes as deep as the heavens!
The city is peopled
with spirits, not ghosts, O my love:
Though they crowded between
and usurped the kiss of my mouth
their breath was your gift,
their beauty, your life.
- Why are you looking at me that way?
- Because there is nothing оn this earth that’s better than you.
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