My Darling

My darling and her hands of flowers
Put out my eyes because sometimes
She wants I cannot see the dawn,
She wants me blind, a little time.

That seems to me to be a night
Full of the whispers, full of sins
Committed in my empty orbits,
With her white nails of raw petals.

My darling and her body of leaves
Fill up my so confused instants
With all the useless dew of night
And ads some drops of chlorophyll.

That seems to me that the whole wood
Was growing foolishly in my eyes
And she, my darling is not guilty
Because I'm shining and I'm blind.