borracho según lo bebido

Borracho según lo bebido en la trementina de sus besos abiertos, su
cuerpo mojado acuñado entre mi cuerpo mojado y la aleta de nuestro
barco que se haga de flores, banqueteado, la dirigimos - nuestros
dedos como los sebos adornados con el metal amarillo - sobre el borde
caliente del cielo, la respiración pasada del día en nuestras velas.

Fijado por el sol entre el solsticio y el equinoccio, soñoliento y
enredado juntos mandilamos por meses y despertamos con el gusto amargo
de la tierra en nuestros labios, párpados todo pegajosos, y deseamos
cal y el sonido de una cuerda que bajaba un cubo abajo de su pozo.
Entonces, vinimos por noche a las islas afortunadas, y endecha como
pescados bajo red de nuestros besos.

Neruda

Twenty-One Love Poems

I wake up in your bed. I know I have been dreaming.
Much earlier, the alarm broke us from each other,
you've been at your desk for hours. I know what I dreamed:
our friend the poet comes into my room
where I've been writing for days,
drafts, carbons, poems are scattered everywhere,
and I want to show her one poem
which is the poem of my life. But I hesitate,
and wake. You've kissed my hair
to wake me. I dreamed you were a poem,
I say, a poem I wanted to show someone...
and I laugh and fall dreaming again
of the desire to show you to everyone I love,
to move openly together
in the pull of gravity, which is not simple,
which carried the feathered grass a long way down
the upbreathing air.

~ Adrienne Rich

*

I wish in the city of your heart
you would let me be the street
where you walk when you are most
yourself. I imagine the houses:
It has been raining, but the rain
is done and the children kept home
have begun opening their doors.

Robley Wilson

smiling into a wobbly mirror i say

YOU VE TRRNED MEINTO A LANGUAGE I CANNOT SPEAK WITHOUT YOU

up into the silence the green
silence with a white earth in it

you will(kiss me)go

out into the morning the young
morning with a warm world in it

(kiss me)you will go

on into the sunlight the fine
sunlight with a firm day in it

you will go(kiss me

down into your memory and
a memory and memory

i)kiss me,(will go)

--ee cummings