I'd like to have a hut in the wild forest density, <br />Made of firewood and a forest's scarcity. <br />Hanged high among old branches pinions, <br />Over jaguar caves and snake's canyons. <br />There, on moss, swung with a mad storm, <br />I'd like to have a maid - strange and warm. <br />Eat her breast, wounded with my teeth, <br />And kiss her face - given as a feast; <br />Hear the storm around my sinful indulge. <br />A thunderbolt dying noiselessly at large. <br />Roaring beasts, with our bodies' smell attracted. <br />Ruptured bodies, elevated, in the spasm contracted. <br />And there, through an accidental among branches hole, <br />I'd like to look into the night and stars that glow. <br />And take for god - any brightness in the sky. <br />And on the girl's bosom wait over the night. <br />But welcome the sun with a howl, scream and cry. <br />Live blindfolded, not knowing the Life. <br />And laughing boldly at the sky one night, <br />Not knowing redemption or prayer nor fright, <br />Like a fruit which devouring jaw awaits, <br />Fall into death darkness with rumble and yells.<br /><br />Boleslaw Lesmian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desire-151/
