We agreed to move to the rhythm
of this ambiguity, to speak
without mentioning names.
At the risk of being wrong
we arranged to play this perfidious game
of rubbing garments and furtive glances.
We engaged in suspicious correspondence.
Someone should have warned us
that this game was unhealthy
- but how, if it was ours alone?
Forgive me, now, alone
with the kaleidoscope of your words
decoding each of the figures before my eyes,
all hidden denotation they entailed, revealed,
I do not want to be near this skin message,
your hot and throbbing body.
Let me ask for your forgiveness.
If I did not respond, if I kept dancing,
pouring soft lust as you turned,
if I did not dare to acknowledge your call,
it was out of fear and pride.
Tonight, I stop the dance,
lower my exhausted arms, advance
towards you, despite this suffocating fear,
the doubts oppressing my waist,
to give you a gift,
raise my eyes