I simply desire the colour
Of you and itself.
I aim for a laughter, in this dormitory
For sleeping and repose.
I am ill, you are unique, and I am
Asleep, like a mule who passes to a town.
I was a stall in this picnic-area,
Like the authority of food and catering.
The cooking splendidly encompasses the whole,
So holy are they and how hungry am I?
How beautiful is your sight?
And I want your eyes like the arisen morning,
The dawn is brighter than midnight.
I aim for your surprise and funniness,
Like the rudeness of an insect.
I am ill and now out of bed,
Fixing my breath, and kissing the pillow
With lips to sparkle and create an explosion.