martes, 14 de abril de 2020

Dos poemas de Elise Cowen.


Sentada

Sentada contigo en la cocina
conversamos de todo
y te amo bebiendo té.

"Eso" es la palabra perfecta
regia y hermosa ¡Oh,
cuánto te deso, aquí mismo, tu cuerpo,
con o si poemas barbudos!


Your arms around me all night
Everything I love, I need to be
Hides in you.
I woke to find me there
Cramped
Frightened
Not knowing what you held
Cramped Frightened
By the tenderness holding me
And once my eyes opened on
Creation
Tearing through your face
In the act of come,
I didn’t know you looked like that
Alone.
Time.
Everything I love, I need to be
Hides in you.



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