no le hagas esperar.

The real poems, (what we call poems being merely pictures,)
The poems of the privacy of the night

 Love-thoughts, love-juice, love-odor, love-yielding, love-climbers,
and the climbing sap,
Arms and hands of love, lips of love, phallic thumb of love, breasts
of love, bellies press'd and glued together with love,
Earth of chaste love, life that is only life after love,
The body of my love, the body of the woman I love, the body of the
man, the body of the earth,

sólo es un infierno sostenido.

With two everything feels more wondrous,

 (melodramas)
It's you, the one acquitted, for changing my sentimental situation - in you 
In your body 
Chills, tiddles, the scent of melissa officinalis 
Dazes and forgives
I'm intoxicated

mi mayor regalo.