« On my lips you will come and drink
Like wolves at dawn
In the swirl of my black waters
I will hold you without return
On my stomach you will place
Your belly, wave on the wave
And in my arms you will sleep
As in its sheath the dagger
And at a time when wolves bite each other
In the off-white snow
We will be two words that agree
We will be two knotted ropes
On your skin I will make my way
Open mouth and closed mouth
Your lines I will follow them all
And I will learn them all
On your body I will take root
The sap is slow and takes its time
My gestures burn and calcine
Like lava from a volcano
And at a time when wolves bite each other
In the off-white snow
We will be two words that agree
We will be two knotted ropes
On your wings I will fly
Like the wind that carries high
A sky further, a sky after
From soft country to hot country
And at a time when wolves bite each other
In the off-white snow
We will be two words that agree
We will be two knotted ropes. »(Brice Homs)