Desperate Love. | A Poetry

Body of woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like the world in your attitude of surrender.
My wild laborer's body undermines you
and blows the son from the bottom of the earth.

I was just like a tunnel. The birds fled from me
and in me the night came their powerful invasion.
To survive I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling.

But the hour of revenge falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Ah the chest glasses! Ah the eyes of absence!
Ah, the pubic roses! Ah your voice slow and sad!

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my longing without limit, my indecisive path!
Dark channels where eternal thirst follows,
and fatigue continues, and infinite pain.