I want the water to run out of bed.
I want the wind to run out of valleys.
I want the night to be without eyes
and my heart without the flower of gold.
Let the oxen talk with the big leaves
and let the worm die in the shade.
Let the skull\'s teeth shine
and the yellows flood the silk.
I can see the duel of the wounded night
fighting curled up with the noon.
I resist a sunset of poison green
and the broken bows where time suffers.
But don\'t show me your clean nude
like a black cactus open in the reeds.
Leave me in a lust for dark planets,
but don\'t show me your fresh waist!