The best lines are still to be written. Poem by Teresa Pascual

The best lines are still to be written.
Out of time this moment of delight
in the smile that fills your mouth
and in the game of embracing it with my lips.

From every instant the expression, not the word,
complete and drained of all mystery,
of kind eyes that watch us, the gaze,
the body, the air bisected by movement.

After the phrases, after the words,
the thick veil concealing feeling,
it gradually reveals itself from the shape

in which hands speak to us and travel over us,
in which thousands of hands utter the line
that is so hard to write on the page.

Translated by Anna Crowe