A secret accord written in breaths

A secret accord written in breaths, Configured in kisses and celestial caresses, A saga-rhapsody we inscribe in flights of love, Upon this stringless harp called Love. Ancestral pact, Woven from sacred gestures, liturgies of the bodies That hide behind a curtain of raw and fierce desire, We prefigure the metamorphosis, from beasts to those who drape in divine silks - In the temple of love, the fervor softens, becomes tenderness. In your magical whirl, there I lose myself, trying to pronounce your name, As a nighttime sparkle seeks a gentle reflection in the cold water, My desire, a traveler without clothes, eagerly searches for your lips, Weaving, in the silence of moments, the eternity of a tempestuous kiss. Our hidden power, a perpetual transfiguration, Words become fervent refrains, playful, And weighing ecstasy in the empire of our unrest. Our free bodies dance and crash in an irresistible longing, You know me from before the world, And I penetrate you as the zephyr whispers across the plain, Yes, the potency of love is the cloak that conceals us, crowns us With the edge of a white gazebo, Pure and unrepeatable as the malt of our fervent love, Tumultuous and headstrong, like the hazard of our passion, The power of love is the murmur of day and night.