Debutants Lovers Poem by Juan Varela

It is the down
a tenuous light begin to come in
and I breathe deeply
knowing that I have to leave

The pleasure is ephemeral
but I’m going with the hope
to return
maybe in the afternoon
perhaps at night
could be an other day
but during the journey
your aroma will go with me

The breeze on my face
remind me of your caresses
so smooth
that I could die inadvertently
with your hands on my face
and my left hand on your pearl

I don’t know why your breast
remind me of infancy
but I could feed myself
for months
and never feel hungry
and cry only of gladness
with a hidden laugh
in my enamoured soul

I could say all beautiful words
and it won’t be enough
to describe
the joy that you proportion
to this decadence man
who has found late the love
but who can say
with the mouth open completely
that he knows the happiness