At the edge of world
We strain our ears to hear the galaxy
A gentle breeze, your ankle
Outlines the bellflowers

The palm of my hand, curled in the soil
When it envelopes yours
It’s bittersweet

Asleep among endives
Now, the world too
Closes its eyes
Concealing us

Asleep among endives
Now, the world too
Closes its eyes
Concealing us

Laughing in Mont Cave
At any moment the world will awake
Shining upon us