Erotic Poems After Death
I
The soil dares me erotically
from among the olive trees
and the weakness of wisdom supports me
during the full moon.
Whitish rock formations
images of decomposition haunt me
while deep wells
of knowledge open.
I saunter on country roads
where I’ll always be dust;
oh, what silence among the bloomed flowers!
Passion intensifies
the fear of the body.
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