No one understood the perfume
Of the dark magnolia of your womb.
Nobody knew that you tormented
A hummingbird of love between your teeth.
A thousand Persian little horses fell asleep
In the plaza with moon of your forehead,
While through four nights I embraced
Your waist, enemy of the snow.
Between plaster and jasmins, your glance
Was a pale branch of seeds.
I sought in my heart to give you
The ivory letters that say “siempre”,
“siempre”, “siempre” : garden of my agony,
Your body elusive always,
That blood of your veins in my mouth,
Your mouth already lightless for my death.