loving a woman is to love indeed the wind
The wind that dances on her own crystalline chord
The wind that takes your hand, that swiftly leaves a kiss
& with a killer scent repeats, “good-bye” “so long”

loving a woman is worshipping flame or fire
a flame that with her body cooks sweetly a bread of sadness
A merciless, deep light that burning you inspires
that touches your skin with poisoned lips & vastness

loving a woman is to embrace in vain the water
the fitful, sudden water of ardent, sudden showers
that give themselves away in a cold hug of madness
-to kiss the moon on rivers. to lie on dream & flower

loving a woman is a lonely quest for heaven:
blind faith in a “perhaps.” “always” pronounced as “never”