A POET AND TWO LOVERS
From the window
I see the sky of heavenly bodies, planets
and stars shivering in envy.
Just I, a poet,
have the pleasure of sharing
two women in the same bed.
Me, in the centre of the heat,
protected by two bodies
warm with love.
On one side, the warm, thick body
of transparent ivory
of a woman, a natural flower.
On the other side, a warm
little body, soft as velvet,
olive-coloured.
The warm ivory with her sky-blue eyes,
her lips like tulips, strong and red,
have sunk over mine.
The other has black almond eyes
like two pieces of charcoal lit with passion,
and a little mouth, soft and tender.
In the silence of the night
you can hear the beating hearts
of the poet’s two lovers.
This is my happiness, bigger that the universe,
listening to the blood of the underground rivers
singing the melody of love.
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