Very slowly the Sunlight begins to paint
her arms and shoulders, she is seeming to weigh
her thoughts like clouds. She gives the room a sigh
and I am lost in desire, I see the saints
that stand still by the churches. What's the point
of loving and of living? See how her thigh
is revealed by the raiment's contour, the high
and arching sky is assuming an ochre tint
and she is nude before me. I feel the color
of every object in white light, violets and blues
adorn the horizon. She stands within the door
and is outlined the way the planets pursue
the Sun. How is it my mouth has yet to savor
her body and to finally assess its value?
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