At the beginning there was
the magnetic effluvium
of your eyes.
Then, there was the thought,
the passionate thought,
the divine kiss,
the trembling of the body
grasped in your arms
and the ogives of our souls
crossed, dumb
and then, only then
there was the word, the oath
clothing the soul
the way the leaves clothe the tree…
The word,
the coat of the feelings,
which
we have never taken off.