Weaver

Today I was wandering through my thoughts
          and my nostalgia.
Suddenly before my eyes,
    you emerged,
        totally splendid.

My desire was woven, black lace,
     around your shoulders,

I populate, with imaginary kisses,
     your delicate back.
Threading the most valuable,
     around your neck.

I yearned to knit myself around your body,
     To upholster your breast with my mouth,
wrap your delicious belly with my tongue,
     mend my caresses in your subtle thighs.
I yearn to thread my breath in your interior.


I wanted to feel you naked on my chest...
     Or at least kiss you...
But the secret and minimal abyss that separates us
     slapped my attempt....
         I just saw you leaving...

My kiss stretched until it ripped into the void you left.

Only your beautiful smile into the distance
     stopped my abrupt collapse...

Promising,
     perhaps
         another fleeting encounter.

Jose Luis Mendoza Aubert

My poetry in Spanish:

http://listenradiosmart.blogspot.com