"I love you," you said,
taking my hands
between your smalls hands
of white ivory.
And I felt in my chest
a strong pulsation,
then a sigh,
and soon the crackling
of a febrile kiss.
Little beautiful doll
with hair of gold,
teeth of pearls,
lips of rubies.
Tell me if you desire me,
like I adore you;
if you remember me,
like I remember you.
And sometimes I hear
a divine echo
that wrapped in a breeze
appears to say:
"Yes, I desire you a lot,
a lot, a lot, a lot,
as much as before,
forever untill death."