A hand

Your hand that landed on my shoulder

Like a dove that came down to drink

For me, she’s worth a thousand of kingdoms

May she stay and never leave…

(Your hand) That allay* how can I refuse her?

Who refuses a home on a planet ?

Imagination has panted on its softness

And rivers (have also panted) on her golden bracelet…

The sun is sleeping on my shoulder

I kissed it a thousand times and I didn’t tire

A silked river…

And a chinese fan..

And a written poem

Your fair hand, how can I convince her?

That by her, I am amazed

Tell her, to keep on her journey..

She’ll have everything..

Everything she desires…

Your little hand is a star that has fled

What could I say to a playing star ?

I am napless and with me.. is a woman’s white hand…

Is there anything (else) tastier or kinder ?