"Naked July High Noon."
In a narrow bed, between Ralph Cambridge sheets
cheek on my arm, I lick and taste
its salt I look at the whitewash on the wall of my small room.
A little higher is the ceiling with the beams.
Lower the trunk where I have set all my belongings.
Two pairs of pants, four shirts white underclothes.
Next to them, the chair with a huge matting.
On the floor, on the white and black tiles, my two sandals.
I have by my side also a book.
I was born to have so much.
Paradox doesn't interest me.
To the least you get anywhere faster,
only it is more difficult. You can get there
as well from the girl you love if you know how to touch her.
And then nature obeys you.
And from nature too if you know to remove her thorn.