the steps

❝ your steps, children of my silence,

ho-lily, slowly placed,

towards the bed of my vigilance,

proceed dumb and frozen,

    nobody pure, divine shade,

    that they are soft your steps selected

    gods… all the gifts which I guess

come to me on these naked feet,

if of your advanced lips,

you prepare to alleviate it

an inhabitant of my thoughts,

the food of a kiss...

    does not hasten this tender act, 

    to be soft and not to be not,

    because I lived to await you, 

    and my heart was only your steps...❞