Hummingbirds flirted with Autumn flowers.
Intoxicated with the fragrance
of all the roses in the world,
I basked in the radiance
of lovers' kisses under bowers,
watched fall air quiver
as a butterfly unfurled
its wings on my bare chest.
I hungered for you.
Picking blades of grass beside a river
where I chose to rest,
I licked ripples off your naked skin,
surfed unimagined heights
on our together nights.
Yet, when we meet in the fall,
will I have forgotten your love call
amongst those whistling reeds
and the vibration of infinite cords?
I know that fading willow-trees
will invite me to tarry awhile,
I'll answer to bewitching smiles
in that cool shade beyond,
where nymphs trace curves
on the surface of serene ponds.
Yet Summer fled... Autumn moon !
I grow old. I might loose my way
among sensuous forms of noon
that transcend both you and me.
I might chase moonbeams
that beckon from peaks of mountains.
The essence of my life will be a dream.
No. I shall drink only from your fountain
because one day it will lead me to the ocean.
I'll sing to you with exalted heart,
pursue your teasing lips, impulsive feet,
set the whole universe in motion.
Yet now, until the last breath of Summer departs,
I shall rest on the banks of this mossy creek.
Mis temas favoritos
"There is no life higher than the grasstops
Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind
Pours by like destiny, bending
Everything in one direction."
Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights.
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