Does Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek--
The haughty heart has grown humble; in the tender
So kiss me sweetly with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.

I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,

and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close to my dreams.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.

as i fall in love like a star.