Your whole body holds a stemmed glass or gentle sweetness destined for me.--- When I let my hand climb, in each place I find a dove that was looking for me, as if my love, they had made you of clay for my very own potter's hands.

Your knees,
yours breasts,
your waist,
are missing in me,
like in the hollow of 
a thirsting earth
where they relinquished
a form,
and together
we are complete
like one single river,
like one single grain of sand...