Almost Obscene

Raul Gomez Jattin

If you wanted to hear what I say on the pillow

the flush of your face would be the reward

These words are as intimate as my own flesh

that suffers the pain of your relentless memory

Can I tell you ¿Yes? ¿Would you not seek revenge one day? I say:

I would kiss that mouth slowly until it turns red

And in your sex the miracle of a hand that gets lower

at the most unexpected  moment and by random

its touched with the fervor that inspires the sacred

I'm not evil I try to make you fall in love with me

I try to be honest with how sick I am

and enter the hex of your body

like a river that fears the sea but it always dies in it.