Erotica Or Love From the World's End - Hemispheres

I left barefoot to reach you. So far, of stones, Barefoot, just to reach you before sunrise. Walls loaded of mildew, Turgid back coat, I can’t underpin myself, not even to touch them Is easy, I’ll build a house, sometime from fir wood. You are sleeping so far away! You wouldn’t see when barefoot I shall swarm Trough pinnacle, barefoot on the endless column to hit your ground, before sunrise. I have in left hand the candle, in the right the cigar. Is frost and dark, Again this old wiring of hundred years gave in. The cofee is cold- I smoke and drink between two hemispheres: flame and ash. If you have felt scent of fir wood and smell of tabacco If you saw the light and traces of soles you are so far… tell me tommorow if I won to you before sunrise! If I won, it means you saw my eyes wichever are never seen.