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PRELUDE

My body is a ceremony of the earth

transforming into you


 

THE TUNICS OF THE BODY

 

 

The tunics woven with seas and deserts
undulate through landscapes kindled by love,
lucid chains of the mind crack and shatter,
and, in freedom of form, emotion carves
waves of blood upon the shore of the body,
surges of zeal in the sun’s orphanhood;
the mind grows estranged with fragrances of longing
and a long shiver becomes life overflowing.

Something undefined throbs, anguishes and trembles,
fascination of touch, of kisses, of embrace,
vivid melancholy, enchanted delight
in a deep corner, inaccessible, abstract;
there are drops of dew and tremors of fever,
the primal fire inflames all matter,
red lilies emerge in wild flowerbeds
and the windows of a sacred chamber open.

The pleasure of the moment draws near the infinite,
a fierce rapture that exalts and uplifts,
a spring detached from earth and its turning
spills through the air and pierces the sphere;
the voice awakens and the moan intones psalms
across fragile surfaces saturated with essence;
creation sings within the captive breast
a hymn of praise to the one true beauty.

Serpents sharpen their fangs with malice,

they shake the structure of mortal chords,
spirals of sex unleash their lust
and lash steeds with sleepless eyes;
rattles of weeping, castanets of alchemy,
a lustful concert of briny appetites,
a sinuosity ascending through serpentine curves
with the dense moisture of carnal fervor.

Through the pores of pleasure pain enters,
frost of tears falls upon the dark mirror,
the corners intone a sorrowful song
of gods descended into the tombs of the world;
white flashes arise with pristine brilliance
from the fortunate Eden, from the incorrupt angel,
and from the entrails springs the water of forgiveness
like the prophetic torrent of the biblical flood.

The tunics woven with celestial sweetness
undulate through the valleys of happiness,
a thousand colored ribbons bind affections together

and a true love is born into eternity.


  Emma-Margarita R. A.-Valdés

Traductora: Vekas Rodica

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