Moving her breath out of lungs, she fills the space
with the sound of arias. I'm becoming enlightened
by her melody, I'm even forgetting the decadence
that reigns in modernity. O my love annihilates
selves, and rewards the lover with an abundance
of quiescence. I find that I am as inspired
by her warm voice, by the ways her body danced
in front of me as by anything. I am moving
toward her through the word, I've become seduced
by the object of love. I put my lips up to
her neck and kiss her collar, kiss her face
and eyes. O love you are the beautiful fragrance
that is the ruler and authority of this place!
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