Like a loaf of bread
baked in the maturity of my passion
I broke the autumn moon
over the body of my beloved
and amid her hills I scattered its wine,
white whispers caressing the cheeks of her flowers
and dewed kisses embracing the sanctity of her earth.
At midnight, in the depth of silence
water soaked into her soil
sinking into the wells behind her eyelids
as light from her womb flowed,
a love-song saturating her insides
and rising to be born on her lips,
an autumn moon.
This poem translated.