They embrace until exhaustion The twin doves That rest or fly upon your breast, They travel the distances of your legs, They coil in the light of your waist ... Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You ve moon-lines, apple pathways Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat ... Their softness came flying over time, over the sea, over the smoke, over the spring, and when you placed your hands on my chest, I recognized those golden dove wings, I recognized that clay and that color of wheat ... Home