His eyes laughed with sin

His face streamed with the light of heaven

At the entrance to his soul his lips were silent

But his desire danced like a flame without refuge

Self-conscious and full of longing

With a look that had the colors of drunkenness

I looked into his eyes and he said:

From love you must gather the ripened fruit

In the mysterious shelter of the night

A shadow over a shadow bent

A breath on cheeks trembled

A kiss lit a flame between lips