Don’t Leave Me Alone, Standing Before You
Don’t leave me alone, standing before you,
don’t deliver me up to the naked night,
to the cutting moon at the crossroads,
to be nothing more than these lips that drink you.
I want to come to you from yourself,
with the movement that your body unleashes,
that it lays beneath the wind like a blackened canvas.
I want to reach you from yourself,
to watch you from your own eyes,
to kiss you with the mouth that kisses me.
It cannot be that we are two, it cannot be
that we are
Translated from Spanish by Paul Weinfield, © 2015
(photo by Laura Makabresku)