Translation:Communion

Regal Beauty! Your veins are fermentations of my old nonexistence and of the black champagne of my experience.

Your hair is the unknown root of the tree of my vine. Your hair is the is the thread of a miter of the daydream I lost!

Your body is the foaming scrap of a rosy Jordan; and it waves like a beatific lake that would put to shame the evil viper!

Your arms make one thirst for the infinite, with their chaste Hesperides of light, as two white redemptive paths, two dying cries from one cross. And they’re manifested in the unvanquished blood of my blue impossibility!

Your feet are two heraldic larks eternally arriving from my yesterday! Regal Beauty! Your feet are the two tears that I choked back when falling from the Spirit, on a Palm Sunday when I entered the world, already forever far from Bethlehem.