We The Mortals Touch The

White Bee, Even When You Are Gone You Buzz In My Soul You Live Again In Time, Slender And Silent.

Over Your Breasts Of Motionless Current, Over Your Legs Of Firmness And Water, Over The Permanence And The Pride Of Your Naked Hair I Want To Be, My Love, Now That The Tears Are Thrown Into The Raucous Baskets Where They Accumulate, I Want To Be, My Love, Alone With A Syllable Of Mangled Silver, Alone With A Tip Of Your Breast Of Snow.

And It Follows That I Am, Because You Are: It Follows From 'you Are', That I Am, And We: And, Because Of Love, You Will, I Will, We Will, Come To Be.

I Like On The Table, When We're Speaking, The Light Of A Bottle Of Intelligent Wine.

Let Us Forget With Generosity Those Who Cannot Love Us