I know of kisses more nocturnal than earth Poem by António Ramos Rosa

I know of kisses more nocturnal than earth
Animals submerged among violent trees
rise shaking and oily to the tops of mouths
I know of the waving and electric flashing splendor
of ravenous mouths and blood risen from the depths
like a fire that flowers on foamy lips
I know of a strange softness and of a pensive ardor
that modulates the kiss in a lingering rapture
Who could express the fluid and fiery glory
of these liquid muscles emptying into estuaries of foam?
I know of kisses like bees of sun and like an agony
of a long glory I know the salty and bittersweet
substances clay sap wine
and the sandstone of armpits the black moon of the pubis
I know the thick and ardent flavor of unbroken being
that suddenly surrenders in the silent violence