And what if we slept under the trees
The rest of the time
Two lovers lying on old clothes
Two beginners
Under the basking skies,
Only to do as much... (to bask with each other)
Better than all the marble palaces
The sultan's gold
Some branches keeping us from
The strong winds
I will do all that you long for
The man or the child
In our messy gardens
So many flowers stretched out, so many
Under the amber light
Longly our bodies entwined, longly
No reason to talk about it
Nothing worrisome
A mirror so you can adorn yourself*
I love you though
No one is looking at us anymore
Nor hearing us...
In our messy gardens
So many flowers stretched out, so many
Under the amber light
Longly our bodies entwined, longly
While people are chatting
About nothing important
We could sleep under the trees
The rest of the time