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...❞