The lovers in the park

She lies above him, sky
to his earth, their faces close.

Beneath the spread limbs
of branches, the curtain
of the leaves,

they taste the nectar
of their kisses;
feel their touching
through garments.

Where they lie, the vision
of ancestors,
locked in the rhythm
of their coupling; breathing in
the untamed air

of a time
before clothing, before parks.

- Eduard Burle