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Open your palms

to form a jar

and pour there water

to quench the thirst

Open your throat

and form a fan

to blow it over

and cool the panting soul

Burst open the gates

of that home

where Jove

lies in majesty

of loneliness

Tear off the curtain

of the window

on the facade

of satisfaction

and pass me through

to the honeyed comb

Open your bosom

and release

the juice

denied a seedling

below the brassieres

Coil your tongue

Aloo

Aloo

ignite your yellow breath

and let me pass

to the honeyed comb.