There are vibrations rippling through my body
Strumming the strings in my heart
Until the notes sing from my throat
In small, rhythmic gasps,
In deep spasmodic cries:
Music, in every way,
Moving me,
Moving you.
You pluck my strings like guitar chords,
Reverberating in your rib cage,
Bouncing around in your head,
And strike the keys
Up and down my back,
Melodious "I love you's"
And comprehensible nonwords-
Sighs and gasps and moans.
I feel the pounding of your heart
Like a steadily faster drum beat:
Drums, like war signals,
Drums like music,
You have won, you have created,
Battles, art.
There are my tears-
Shed from the overwhelming beauty,
From the warmth of the embrace,
Of the music you and I create,
Like poetry:
A call and response.

Aveces pienso cosas absurdas.
Por ejemplo, he contemplado lo que sería nuestro hogar en el futuro.
Que ridículo.
Pero sabes, me imagino paredes blancas,
Muebles oscuros, refinados, con los pequeños detalles que te gustan a ti.
Nuestro cuarto sería así:
Minimalista,
tal vez tres cuadros de algunas fotografías
En blanco y *****;
Un librero,
La mitad lleno de libros de poesía,
Literatura en español, física, mecánica,
Y la otra de libros científicos,
De cerebros, comportamiento, psicología;
Tu mitad de la cama estaría ordenada,
Tendida,
Y la mía quizás seguiría ocupada por mi,
Caótica, las sábanas arrastrando,
Y un pequeño montoncito de libros a mis pies.
En muchas cosas somos diferentes,
Por eso pienso en como viviríamos juntos;
Creo las paredes en blanco me deprimirían,
Tal vez al año las pintaríamos de un color vino...
(¿Te acuerdas del vino que tomamos en mi cumpleaños?)
O tal vez a los 3 años, nuestros hijos harían un nuevo decor...
Que absurdo es pensar así,
Más ridículo sentir tan bonito en imaginarlo.
Pero tendríamos un lindo hogar,
Creo que sería un lugar muy rico,
Un flux constante de ideas, de color, de expresión , de conocimiento.
Sería el Meca de nuestro amor,
El centro de mi universo.
Que ridículo,
Que absurdo
Pensamiento.

Sometimes I think absurd stuff.
For example, I have contemplated what our home would be in the future.
How ridiculous.
But you know, I imagine white walls,
Dark furniture, refined, with the small details that you like.
Our room would be like this:
Minimalist,
Maybe 3 frames of some photographs
In black and white;
A bookshelf,
Half full of books on poetry,
Spanish literature, physics, mechanics,
And the other of scientific books,
On brains, behavior, psychology;
Your half of the bed would be neat,
Made,
And mine would perhaps still be occupied by me,
Chaotic, the sheets dragging,
And a small pile of books at my feet.
In a lot of things we are different,
That is why I think about how we would live together;
I think the white walls would depress me,
Maybe the following year we’ll paint them a wine color…
(remember the wine we drank on my birthday?)
Or maybe in 3 years, our children would paint a new décor…
How absurd it is to think like that,
Even more ridiculous to feel so nice imagining it.
But we would have a lovely home,
I think it would be a rich place,
A constant flux of ideas, of color, of expression, of knowledge.
It would be the Mecca of our love,
The center of my universe.
What ridiculous,
What absurd
Thought.

sat
on a ladder
on a stage
with stars and dunes of sand;
black and white linoleum
and a cup of coffee, then.
small, tiny
whispers between us,
a quick, breathless
question:
it was stolen from my pocket,
the very same one.
i smiled.
pulled me with your gaze,
pushed against the wall,
the first time
we met each other's lips:
soft, shy, coffee-flavored
kisses
in the dark and cold
hallway,
hiding, hiding.
that first time,
we smiled
at each other,
no words were enough,
we understood.

puffs of apple-flavored smoke
smokey breaths suspended in space
between your lips
tracing the path where mine had been

you are a beautiful soul

exchanging words,
i like the ideas of us,
the ones that we agree on,
the ones that we do not

you are a special person to me

holding hands
well, i guess we are a couple,
suffocating kisses,
a tender tongue of mischief

why are we like this?

you and i
we are working towards the start
of something great,
i think.

so that when we love,
beyond this lust,
beyond this superficial
feel-good love,
so that when we love
we will be conscious every second
of the glory it be
to love
with eyes wide open.

you are a beautiful soul
you are a special person to me
why are we like this?

puffs of apple-flavored smoke
smokey breaths suspended in space
between your lips
tracing the path where mine had been

There had been a few signs before,
But the hurt from before had me incredulous,
Wary and cautious;
I did not want to be the fool.
There had been a few signs before,
And I pretended they did not exist.
That weekend I chose to be myself,
Or so I thought.
Every now and then I caught myself
Looking for you from the corner of my eyes,
And seeing you looking at me head on.
I did not want to understand.
The day progressed into night,
Oh and how young the night was.
I sat on the hotel bed,
Surrounded by so much youth,
And feeling so old.
You with your chess,
And I with my book of Benedetti poems,
Me, pretending to flirt with
The cute accent of somewhere down South America,
And you pretending not to care.
The girls fawning over this person,
And I could only see you,
As the night blurred more and more,
With that elixir, the one I associate with love,
With you,
My roots and my sky.
I began to read out loud,
And I chose each line carefully,
Each poem for you in a room full of people,
Where my only audience was you.
Slowly, every drop was burning through my resolve:
Somehow we were somewhere else,
There were more people now.
There was that guy with his arm around me,
But all I noticed was you in front of me,
Watching, silent, a little concerned,
But appearing aloof.
That woke me up: I had had enough pretending.
I went back, and you followed, concerned
And I so, so confused.
I thought I wanted to be alone, like I had always felt,
But then I, I felt so relieved,
With your steps soft and carpeted behind me.
I said I was confused.
You said, it's ok if you choose him.
I thought you were crazy.
For a second I wondered if you were that anxious,
That anxious to get rid of me,
That you could see me
With the first loser that showed his face.
I said, I have and will continue, to choose you.
You stood quietly.
We sat down.
You said you'd understand.
I told you I wanted you.
Did I want to go to sleep?
I was losing myself in the buzz, and I nodded.
It was natural from then on,
How you slipped into the covers with me,
For the first time,
And my body turned towards yours,
My arm wrapped around your neck,
My face nestled under your neck.
Not assuming, not imposing,
But effortlessly,
And you held me, without malice,
But tenderly and sweet instead.
And we continued to whisper to each other.
Me asking questions and you soothing them,
Until you began to drift off
And I thought I was talking to myself when I said
Your name, and you simple murmured a "mm?"
And I said,
"Open your eyes. Look at me,
I am still here,
Like always."
And I settled into your breath, your skin,
And prepared to drift off.
It was some time into the dawn
And I felt the urgency of asking you,
"Do you love me, even a little bit?"
And you hugged me tighter and said,
"Yes,"
Like a painful whisper.
I fell asleep with your smile on my face
And my lungs full of hope.
The next day was a blur,
I remember getting dressed
And how you kept looking at me,
Even though I still couldn't understand.
I remember the sneaked note that fluttered my stomach,
Too much coffee, you following me.
I remember going home, comfort in your arms, you walking with me to my house.
Lingering at the door, a kiss and goodbye.
Later that night you wished we could've talked,
And you ask to see me again tomorrow.
And I hear you struggling to tell me something,
And it's so obvious but I don't get it.

La curva de su vientre,
Pandeándose de vida.
Deseo tanto ese momento,
Regalarte tal dicha,
Sentir el amor crecer,
Pataditas de ternura.
Sueño, tanto, llenarme así,
Con el resultado de este amor,
Sincero y puro,
Y siempre tan creativo.
Hacer de mi cuerpo un hogar,
Hacer de nuestra casa un castillo
De luz y risas de niño.
Quiero ya tener en mis brazos
Tierno bebé, testamento de nuestra historia,
Con tus ojos y pestañas de niño,
Con mis rizos alborotados rebeldes,
Que tenga las piernas largas y fuertes
De su papá,
La curiosidad insaciable mía.
Tanto amor hay dentro de mi por ti,
Amor,
Que amo a nuestros hijos desde hora,
Desde antes de que sean posibilidades,
Ahora que sólo son ese brillo en mis ojos,
En los tuyos.