INDIGO MOON WISTERIA

From oblivion resurface
your pupils,
irradiated by a dark sun.
Your pupils,
propylees of a star,
become now
Koh-i-Noor,
sparkling diamonds,
fascinating of the universe
mountains of light.
Your bare limbs
are bathed in the
indigo wisteria of the moon.
You are psychedelia,
a storm,
a sword that sinks
into the flesh.
The aurora breaks
my dreams
of your lips.
Still breathing, I feel your Love.
You and I re-emerge from the universe
of Love,
from the drift
of Love,
among sharp stellar reefs,
among glowing cosmic corals.
Ecstasy,
flames,
the whole of existence,
normal days,
nervous days,
words of Love,
insults.
Words of Love
between you and me,
between me and you,
they repeat themselves,
immortal,
every day
truer,
more delirious
than ever before.