Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Caleidoscopic Eyes



Keep me thinking about the sweetest things
as I sail into your eyes
and get lost in the infinite waves of feeling
of yours.
Keep me there, trying to find my way out
unsuccessfully.
Keep me there drowning happily,
filling my lungs with the things you love
and dying there without dying,
because it is like waking up
from the best dream I could ever have.

And I get deeper, deeper, deeper
into myriads and voids and squares and mirrors
that it's impossible to be kept thinking
about normal things in a common time.
And I am thinking of you instead,
dreaming like you at the very moment
I take my leave from the real world
and look into your eyes
to seek for intensity.

Keep me thinking about the sweetest things
as I get out of your eyes
and get into the infinite waves of confusion
in the world.
But keep me there holding me closely,
filling my mind with the things you love
and breathing there without breathing,
because it is like building up
the best dream I could ever have.//

La Extranjera




Extranjera en tu cama
que se equilibra apenas con sus garras
para entender la cosmología
entre tus sábanas.
Extranjera de pieles lunares
que tacta el territorio beligerante
donde se halla prístina
para ser abordada por otro lenguaje
que deberá aprender entre aullidos
pendiendo del éxtasis
de otro cuerpo.

Y me sé foránea solo al calcular
mi forma entre los sueños
que te recorrerán esta noche.
Que no son los mismos, es más,
caerán entre mi piel y rodarán
por cada uno de nuestros ángulos
cuando decidas transformarme
en la parte esencial del hechizo trazado
esta medioanoche.

Y cuando el hechizo esté completo
ya nunca más seré extranjera de tu lecho
sino que seremos de la misma raza
hasta el momento en que me vista
y no me vaya más.//

My Lover



My lover's like the mist rolling down
each one of my darkest dreams.
My lover's like fire, like a deathly thunder
in one caress, in a kiss in the neck
at the back of my crimes.

My lover's like every complete star,
like any forgiven space between tears
and like all broken fevers resting in
a simple silent word as love, and eternity.
My lover's like blue magic fumes
in boxes without bottoms.

My lover's the sea, and the storm,
and the frailty of birds just
getting out of the nest
and thrown out to voids
so they can fly.
And they do.
So is my love for him,
which is all lover's love
delivered
in just
one breath.

And all my life is there
at my lover's feet.//