The 1002nd Night
I undressed you to take the measure of the sky.
My patience is vertical.
A pinned bug will moan of light.
You look at me and like a calm city
you open to me all your reeling streets.
I write on you a dream to the ultimate of blood.
His secret in my fists
opens his amber letter.
I illuminate the life to your hip
and, last sovereign of my oriental fairy-tales,
I finish the history of the world.