5588 Give myself over to the feast

Oh! In life I advanced 

With the unwavering dignity 

Of Queen Vashti 

When she refused to cross 

The majestic threshold 

Of King Ahasuerus. 

Something told me that 

When I met you 

My inner strength 

Would be intimidated.

My forehead, raised with pride, 

Did not allow my eyes 

To stray. 

Without stopping I walked, 

Without looking back, 

With the impulse of fear 

Of transforming 

Into a statue of stone and salt, 

The same as if I 

Were Lot's wife.

But in one of the imprecise 

Turns of your will, 

You circumnavigated my shores, 

You explored my atoms, 

You approached, flammable, 

My inner fire.

Then your being became entangled with mine, 

Breaking my abstinence from love.

With your sweet sincere smile, 

The constant cadence of my footprints 

Towards affliction was broken, 

You made me cross the threshold 

In which my straight route 

Towards unsettling pain was twisted.

A dazzling magic exploded 

Inside me, 

I felt like a trembling volcano.

I lived the roar of Vesuvius, 

Mauna Loa, 

Krakatoa, 

Popocatepetl.

Since then, my anguish generated 

By loneliness 

Has been erased 

And what I long for is 

For the nerve in my leg 

To extend 

And my lungs not to get tired 

When galloping 

And thus, give myself over to the feast 

Of your body, 

For the rest of the days 

That wait for me to breathe.