Caresses

“And between us and it, the thunder…”

D. H. Lawrence

I

I breathe you

and from the blackberry tree

a commotion of butterflies

announce the cabbala of your dreams

II

There is a breeze arising from

the centre

of your body

an iconoclast fleurette.

A simple touch.

A simple touch of a

light aestival day.

III

I breathe the river

of your lost desire,

the one you postponed

under the forbidden meaning.

The one that is determined to be your guard,

stubborn kiss.

IV

While you are sleeping

let me write your dreams.

Just let me, with the morning drizzle,

sow every single word

and your sigh

will announce me

the harvest time.

V

Your hands resting

in my chest

brought my thoughts

to the age of innocence

when the satisfied desire

wasn’t a question

nor an answer,

just a state of grace.

VI

I breathe you

at this exact time,

neither more, nor less:

Punctual.

Time has been an issue

since the end of the world

was announced, and your

theory that it is better today

than tomorrow legitimatize me

to inventory your scents

and bring together

musk and cinnamon.

Your aroma:

ocean where I submerge

these dreams

to inhabit you

filled with you.

I breathe you.

VII

Taciturn and distracted,

I let my kiss

live in your island.

Free to migrate

from north to south

pursuing the variation

of your spring days.

Byron González,2005