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Me dijo hacéme el amor
como si fuera la última vez.
Me descolocó.
Era mi primera novia
muchos años mayor que yo.
Y no supe si llorar, morderla o reirme.

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Gabriela

Con esa risa que cascabelea
en el aire. Con esa turbulencia
que provocan sus ojos descubiertos
y ese andar de sirena distraída,
enciende las mejillas del ocaso.

Y aunque todo el océano se agite
y las gaviotas vuelen de cabeza
Gabriela no se entera, sólo mira
y transita ligera, indiferente
aunque el mundo se ponga de rodillas. M.I.F.
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ENTRY May 25

All right, sulk. But as you sit, so ... knees high ---
the wild, spiral feathers accentuating the meeting of your thighs,
like dark grass grown in too rich a soil --
you are beautifully eloquent.

Or when your gown loosens,
falls off the small fierce faces of your breasts, as the cowl falls off
the face of a hunter's falcon . . . I attend, nerve-naked

I memorize you . . . walking as if to music. Your dress lies
against the cheeks and hollow of your thighs like running water.
Your breasts nod yes each step,
your slow involute hips cradle the eternal sononym for God.

The dress censors not a syllable of you.
Articulate eyes wink from your breasts and belly, signal from your throat ---
beckon from your knees, your waist . . . your mobile shoulders.

Yes, your body makes eyes at me from every salient,
promises warm, lavish promises ---
curved colored . . . finished in warm velvet, like baby rabbits. W. B.

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