Barely Perceptible Feelings Poem by Rodrig Andrisan

While I was climbing the switchbacks of your body,
you were disaggregating, liberated from pumice into sand
flowing after that everywhere,
slinking yourself in the most secret nooks of the soul,
sometimes crystallized into a kind of inner stalactites,
with which I was managing to take your pulse,
from before being a woman,
from when - you've confessed later -
you used to love me like crazy,
but you didn't show it and you did not tell anyone,
you keeped the secret all to yourself,
so I used to feel you like you were slowly decomposing into another being,
metamorphosis of my own feelings,
before the flood and before knowing you...
Now you're The Little Mountain,
and I walk on you not just nonchalantly,
because I'm going to place all of dynamite on you,
using then myself,
so as TNT, as well as fuse...