Octavio Paz

axis

Through the conduits of blood my body in your body spring of night my tongue of sun in your forest your body a kneading trough I red wheat Through conduits of bone I night I water I forest that moves forward I body I sun-bone Through the conduits of night spring of bodies You night of wheat you forest in the sun you waiting water you kneading trough of bones Through the conduits of sun my night in your night my sun in your sun my wheat in your kneading trough your forest in my tongue Through the conduits of the body water in the night your body in my body Spring of bones Spring of suns