My substance and core are filled with anguished nymphs...
This skin of mine still shudders and vibrates,
wavers intensely and my breath abandon me...
In the deeper steppes,
In the deeper steppes,
in the forgotten margins of my nucleus,
the clean pictures of your nakedness and disheveled flower runs free...
Your skin burning with desire,
your face ablaze with passion...
I keep you in the secret territory of my heart,
In the blossom of my virgin skin
where I keep avid the sap and honey;
precious fortune of my universe.
I waited ages and eons for you.
Infinite, endless, eternal for your arrival ...
Perpetually and crouching, I waited under the shrapnel...
Thirsty and dried under the sun, in the steril repetitive daily life...
A shrilling ray crosses the cosmos, plunges into my torso and explodes...
A gelid winter divides me, inciting to pain....
Sensitive gypsy moon, clairvoyant and prophetic.
An empty void corrodes acid my trunk...
While the shadow weaves his black and the dagger prepares his slash.
A trembling and liquid storm prepares a bitter kiss behind my eyes...
But the future belongs to the future
and no one will undress the imprint of your kisses in me,
nor the trace of your scent.
Therefore today I will live pinned to the images I have rescued from your being
Today I will nourish my being with the present, one thrilling hope at a time...
Nothing and nobody will dislocate
the lace that your love has woven around my edge.
Flooding my dreams with wild and untamed passion ...
Warming up my numbed self with his loving vine...
José Luis Mendoza
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