your eyes show me how to see again
like mirrors of water, understanding all,
there’s no mystery they can’t solve—
a single glance is more than enough
your eyes see, listen, touch, speak.
are beacons on the horizon
shedding light on shades of life
beyond the reach of words
so I start to read your body,
pausing at every mole, as if
they were commas or periods
how I love to scribble on your chest,
use the muscles on your back as lines—
you and I are both page and pen
--Translated by Francisco Aragón
Nincsenek megjegyzések:
Megjegyzés küldése