De Aconteceres y nostalgias: poemas extraviados
THE SILENT BEINGS
Between you and me, just the eyes
Just a contained tremor of passions,
Only the silence of lips
dedicated to the kiss.
Between you and me,
Words are only movement
Just the expression, the sign, the hope
Our magical way of giving ourselves.
Our tongues touch
But without an "I love you", slipping
In the lustful game of silence.
Our bodies burn
In burning fires
Between flames of a love
Delivered to silence.
Hands trace signs
Caress the air
That goes through the bodies
Delivered to heaven.
Design of life,
Design of my God
Would have to find us
Loving us without a voice.
Hands trace signs
The signs say ...
"Don't go ... my love."
Saint Augustine, Fl., March / 09