Expectation

My soul has joined her foreign hands

At the horizon of my glances;

Grant my scattered dreams

Between the lips of your angels!

Waiting under my weary eyes,

And her mouth open in prayers

Extinguished between my eyelids

And of which the lilies do not bloom;

She satisfies at the bottom of my dreams,

Her breasts denuded under my eyelashes

And her eyes gazing half-open at the risks

Awakened by the thread of illusions.