It seems that one day a sun
I had hit with my sight
flattened it’s circular gold
and came so close,
I cooled it with my breath,
with my sight shaping it
into a young woman
perfumed, dreamy.
Oh, on a dark cloud bed
lies a woman.
Golden body, golden breasts,
lies a woman.
The clouds float close
and she sleeps petrified,
and I push on the sky the cloud
with the beating of my heart.