Caresses

Caresses

Never tell me that secret.

Keep it to yourself,

that between us the convulsive

beauty of this island may last.

Embezzled of its green,

hope broken island.

Incendiary seed of an afternoon

that illuminated fertile land, those vines

hidden at the bottom of their own abyss.

Hurricane winds between the lips

of your sweet wine.

The music of water when I dig into your skin

and elaborate with thirst my ancient hoe.

The frightened caress, the dark kiss,

your salt collapse

and your landslide.

The convulsive beauty of the cry

that crossed this isle.