Noche Contigo

I brush my hands against the smooth

edge of your dimples again

again to see if I

can rub away the ache

I’d filled them with —

and yet, not again.

Solo mírame con esos ojitos lindos

 

I am an explorer, yet

you punish me with landmarks –

freckles! you dare -

I want to discover as a stranger,

yet this land is not strange

me dejo llevar del lunar cerquita de tu ojo

y tu boca

 

Surprise when I saw the secrets

who lived in the

deep ridges behind your smile;

we wave

me dejo llevar de tu sonrisa

una y otra vez

I am new here yet others

have my name

mi espíritu volvió a nacer

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