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)