Love makes us

Love makes us tremble like young leaves,
For both of us are afraid of the same moment,
My beloved, you say very low, I love you so much
Let it go...Close your eyes...Do not speak...Be good.

I can tell you are close by the fire on your face
My feverish temple beats against your beating heart
And with my neck, in your arms, I shudder to feel
Your nacked throat and its shell-like freshness.

Listen to the wisteria quivering in the wind
It is evening, It is sweet to be alone on earth,
One to the other, mute and weak with desire.

With a delicate kiss, you open my eyelid;
I see you, and, confused, with a long sigh,
You smile in happy expectation of mystery.