Lovers

To the ground when loving
sweet tongue
my body collapses.

The distance
the first attack
is never forgotten.

A kiss 
like a knife 
when it licks.

Naked sweat 
that seals 
the wound.

Sweat 
on skin 
that is stricken.

In the grief 
after the calm 
when no one’s looking.

Pain that love 
stirs 
upon raw flesh.

Translated by Sandra Kingery. Taken from the book No es nada (2008)

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