ONNIX

[Alberto D. Hetman]

ONNIX

I offered you my lips;
I forced them to dance on your breasts.
I forced my hands to disturb your black hair.
I offered you my eyes;
I forced them to look for in you
That autumnal drizzle that flogs the silence of the multitudes.
I forced your teeth to bite my flesh.
I forced our mouths
To deafen the murmurs of distant noises.
I offered you strange heartbeats that were never heard,
I forced them to wake up the Moon
That was hidden in the sea,
Already fatigued of turning poems into prayers,
That slept with me like a woman
Seducing me with shadows of narrow snowy streets,
And already dead or moribund trees.
Our bodies did not remain distant or isolated,
They abandoned themselves to a mischievous love affair
Of teeth that bite breasts and mouths that wait.
I forced my hands to carve the contours of your breasts.
I needed more of your miracles near you.
I offered myself without promises or hopes,
Naked like a night abandoned by the summer.