POEM, With chaste heart, with eyes cigars,... Accompanied by a selection of artistic nudes.

With chaste heart, with eyes

cigars,

I celebrate you, beauty,

holding blood

to emerge and follow

the line, your outline,

for

that you lie in my ode

as in forest land or foam:

in earthy aroma

or in marine music.

Bella naked,

same

your arched feet

by an old blow

of wind or sound

that your ears

minimum conch shells

from the splendid American sea.

The same are your breasts

of parallel fullness, full

by the light of life,

the same are

flying

your wheat eyelids

that discover

or close

Two countries deep in your eyes.

The line that your back

has divided

in pale regions

is lost and arises

in two smooth halves

of Apple

and keep separating

your beauty

in two columns

Burnt gold, fine alabaster,

to get lost on your feet like two grapes,

from where it burns and rises again

the double tree of your symmetry,

flowery fire, open candlestick,

turgent erect fruit

on the covenant of the sea and the earth.

Your body, in what matter,

agate, quartz, wheat,

was shaped, went up

as bread rises

of the temperature,

and pointed hills

Plated,

single-petal valleys, sweeties

deep velvet,

until curdled

the fine and firm feminine form

Not only is light falling

about the world

the one that lengthens in your body

its suffocated snow,

but it follows

from you the clarity as if you were

lit inside.

Under your skin the moon lives...

oOo

Accompanied by a selection of artistic nudes.