The flowers I planted along my road
Have lasted long despite winds and cold
Already fiery noons begin to burn
Slyly the secret of the roots
And I know that of my footsteps nothing will remain
But a trace a cluster a drop
To recall along the paths I’ ve chosen
Those evening when the light sang
In eyes hands hearts and goblets.
I love the sweet harshness on the tongue
Filling the palate with a promised saliva
Knocking the mute keyboard of the teeth
With raised draperies of which one might say
That memory retains a fleeting trail of them
Half-glimpsed we won’ t know how or else
The loud reminder of the single moment
All gravity banished the unconscious pleasure recaptured
Of being nothing but entirely animal.
For our life closed on that iridescent sphere
— Color taste perfume at their extreme limits — invokes
Some miracle independent of its origin
Produced by distilling air and earth —
Like the move toward technological planets
After a calculation made on the fingers of one hand —
Time contained flowing — continual autumn
This evening this wine that enters me to make
My head light my tongue loose my cock happy.