You call my name and give me a space
Tenderize my ears with your words
and warm breath
Entertain my thoughts
around your luscious waist
Stopple my vision
with your worldly pleasures while
My hands in total darkness sizing you
Mentally tracing the path
for this sublime feeling
So that when we are
consumed in this pyre
In which I am fire
and you´re hearth
Be exhausted after so much
tracing with my fingers
The fabulous geography
Of your whole being with me
in total gloom
Emulating a total eclipse
inside the bedroom…
Then,
I find myself painting your figure
to the moans setting the pace
a pace dictated by my excited heart…
And I lose myself between
the reality and the motif
of what is embodied in the canvas.
And upon reviewing my work,
almost finished, it is as if you were
still present at the day´s end,
as if the sound produced
by these brushes printing your traces,
would recite your name
and call out to you.
Translated from the book “Odas de amor y pasiĂłn” by ©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya
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