Cardo e Ceniza
Eva Ayllón
Thistle and Ash
How will my skin be next to your skin
how will my skin be next to your skin
tistle or ash
how will it be…
If I have to merge my space with yours
how will your body feel as I explore it
and how will my heart be if I'm dying…
my heart if I'm dying
How will the moan be
and how the scream
when my life escapes into yours
and how the lethargy to which I surrender
when sleep numbs me among your dreams
My naps will be brief
my estuaries awaken with your rivers
But…
But…
My voice will break when it fades
from not being able to speak in your ear
and my saliva-filled mouth will burn
from the thirst that will burn me if you kiss me
from the thirst that will burn me if you kiss me
But…
But how will my awakenings be
But how will my awakenings be
But how will my awakenings be
Every time I wake up ashamed…
every time I wake up ashamed…
So much love, and ashamed…
so much love, and ashamed.
