Your mouth comes to me, only your mouth.
It comes flying,
dragonfly of blood, suddenly ablaze
that puts fire to my this night of ashes.
All the salt of the sea dwells in her,
all the rumor of the sea,
all the foam.
Mouth for the kisses drawn,
where your tempting tongue sleeps.
All the wine of the world is in your mouth,
all the sin,
and all the innocence.
Mouth that keeps silence when to tell a secret.
Your mouth, capable of all the truth,
of all the truth and the lie.
Laughter from your mouth awakens the day.
(Lightning of snow is there in your laughter).
Like a troop of colts, the kisses
Of your sweet mouth knock me down;
your mouth, an errant butterfly,
your alien mouth gets blurred
in the circle of my night and ashes.
Spanish: De Círculo Y Ceniza
© Piedad Bonnett