The Absent

Amiga, infinitely friend
Somewhere in your heart beats for me
Somewhere close your eyes to the idea of mine.
Somewhere crispam your hands up, your breasts
Fill with milk, and thou walkest faintness
How blind you to meet me ...
Amiga, last sweetness
The tranquility softened my skin
And my hair. Only my belly
Awaits you, full of roots and shadows.
Come, friend
My nakedness is absolute
My eyes are mirrors to your desire
And my chest is board tortures
Come. My muscles are sweets for your teeth
And my beard is rough. Come dive in me
As in the sea, swimming comes at me like the sea
Come drown you in me, my friend
Me like the sea ...

VdeMO (1951)