and have wine in the heat,
i remember last night’s dream.
i feel an erudite wellbeing in
the language of salt and kiss.
how gently i smeared it on my body!
what love iodine i loved with him.
i still have it, penetrated,
alone from me, perfect,
made for arms and my mouth.
with the heat, alone, my womb,
more faithful than my heart,
remembers him and desires him.
the sweet wind awakens in my
groin, its touch, its aroma,
its innumerable love.
THE LONELY WHITE WOLF 