I loved you still

I loved you in a life
that still thus died in
as when I saw the refined
knife of whitewash shining
the penknife of your look stream
I already knew
that you were offering
your destiny figure of a salt bridge
and sugar chest, still I went
in a mud wagon but already knew
that you were shinning in
inopportune and disfigured hand
you still had in balance on seaweed leaves
they were summer nights we tore together
the milk of a sensual bell shinning a memory
still thus I loved you in universal concept
when we looked at the time that
brooked the bones of love
thus I always loved you in
a wheat seed