EACH ENTRY INTO YOUR BODY Comments

Each entry into your body
Is a new voyage into known territory.

A landscape of ancient manners
Usually welcomes me with discreet ceremony.
Nobody admits that there are flooded rivers on the road
And lava of recent eruptions boiling amongst poppies.

There are no warning signs for the fire . . .

I must precipitously go into the flames
And weaken the fire burning on the back of the beast.

A rhythmic beating of hooves is heard suddenly,
A flight of chargers stirs the air.
The hides rubbed by aborigines' hands
Awaken the tribe.
Then we begin the gasping hunt.

But when it's time to return, love,
You become even sweeter than during the toil.
With your hands and my hands
We're in the habit of gently leading the animal to the stable.
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