you have a situation
where you refuse gentleness
when romancing the river
becomes an allergy to your skin
when you meet
you like to be
just behind
to kiss the neck and then
caress both sides of the
body with the loveliness of
your hands and the
wildness of your fingers
inside the room everything
promises not even to make
a whisper
all nooks are giving you
signs that these tiny holes
can seal themselves and
keep a secret
but there is this only chamber
in your heart
that knows the price of cheating
there are Furies there which
stay and keep the silence but
only for a while
for soon after this chosen enigma
after the kiss from behind the neck
and the playing of fingers on the
sides of the hips and the hidden
agonies of the loins
they begin to rub their eyes
spread their hair
open their mouths and speak
to you honestly and with all
anger slap you with that edict:
you have gone astray
you have sinned and you must
pay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem