Erotic Poetry
BATTLEFIELD (Rafael Alberti)
A quiet heat is born in the groin, like a silent foam murmur. Its hard wicker the precious tulip bends without water, alive and exhausted.
A restless, urgent bellicose thought grows in the blood. The exhausted flower lost in its rest breaks its dream in the wet root.
The earth jumps and from its entrails loses sap, poison, and green grove. It beats, creaks, whips, pushes, bursts.
Life cleaves life in full life. And although death wins the game, everything is a cheerful battlefield.
OVEN STONE (Nicolás Guillén)
The abandoned afternoon moans undone in rain. Memories fall from the sky and enter through the window. Hard broken sighs, wounded chimeras. Slowly your body is coming. Your hands arrive in their orbit of cane aguardiente; your feet of slow sugar burned by the dance, and your thighs, spasm tongs, and your mouth, edible substance and your waist of open caramel. Your golden arms arrive, your bloodthirsty teeth; suddenly your betrayed eyes enter; your stretched skin, prepared for the nap: your sudden jungle smell; your throat shouting –I don't know, I imagine it-, moaning -I don't know, I figure it-, burning- I don't know, I suppose, I believe; your deep throat twisting forbidden words. A river of promises descends from your hair, lingers on your breasts, finally coagulates in a pool of molasses on your belly, violates your firm flesh of nocturnal secret. Burning coal and oven stone on this cold afternoon of rain and silence.
IN ONE OF THOSE AFTERNOONS (Carlos Pellicer)
In one of those afternoons without more paint than that of my eyes, I undressed you and the journey of my hands and lips filled your entire body with dew.
That world dawned by the afternoon, with so many episodes without stories, was silently flag-bearer and followed by peoples of anxieties.
Between your navel and its surroundings my lips' eyes smiled and your hip, sphere in two halves, cheered the moments of agony in which my life fled to your life.
We are so present, that the past doesn't count without being seen. We are not the hidden; we are in the torrent of life.
Your body is the nakedness in me all the water heading to your pitchers. Your name, your joy... No one knows it; not even you alone.
LOOKING IS LOVE (Ilhan Berk)
Stay like this, my love, stay like this and just look at me. Looking is love. 'Then I undressed to open the way for you.' So totally naked so flesh with flesh let my breath wander over you. Love is transparent, that naive devil your eyes, your bare breasts, your lips so, that's it, come, get into my bed. And kiss me then without ceasing again and again kiss me such a long journey requires love. And hold me then, hold me more hold me so that I know you are mine. So, that's it, groin with groin.
KISSES (Tomás Segovia)
My kisses will rain on your oceanic mouth first one by one like a row of thick drops that burst like shadow carnations then suddenly all together plunging into your marine grotto torrent of deaf kisses entering to your depth losing themselves like a torrent in the sea in your oceanic mouth of hot waves soft squashed kisses wide like the weight of modeling clay dark kisses like tunnels from which no one comes out alive dazzling like the explosion of faith felt like something that is torn from you communicative like communicating vessels penetrating kisses like the glacial night when everyone abandoned us I will kiss your cheeks your Adamic clay statue cheekbones your skin that yields under my fingers so that I can model a compact flesh face identical to yours I will kiss your eyes larger than you all and you and I together and life and death the color of smoothness of amazing gaze like meeting oneself on the street like standing before an abyss that forces us to say who we are your eyes in whose depth you live like in the depth of the clearest forest in the world your eyes full of mountain air and that emit a glow both rough and sweet your eyes that you do not know that look with a great stunning blow and make me mute and serious as if suddenly seeing in a single image the entire tragic indecipherable history of the species your eyes of virginal sphinx of silence that shines like ice your eyes of falling for a thousand years into the well of oblivion I will also kiss your smooth and vertiginous neck like an immobile slide your throat where bitterness can be bitten your throat where life knots like a fruit that can be bitten and where the sun in liquid state circulates through your voice and your veins like a weightless cognac loaded with electricity I will kiss your built and fragile shoulders like the city of Florence and your firm arms like a mighty river fresh like motherhood resounding like the moment of inspiration your round arms like the word Rome sometimes loving like the love of cows for calves and your smooth and good hands like wooden spoons your hands like those pieces of night that suddenly fall fluttering in the middle of the day your hands inciting like fever or soft like the lap of the murderer's mother your hands that soothe like knowing that goodness exists I will kiss your globes of tenderness breasts I will kiss especially your breasts warmer than convalescence more real than lightning and loneliness and that weigh in the hollow of my hand like evidence in the mind of the wise your heavy fluid breasts your solar mercury breasts your breasts wide like a landscape definitively chosen unforgettable like the piece of earth where they will bury us hot like the desire to live with delicate iridescent floral nipples I will kiss your miracle nipples and sweet pins that are the point where suddenly ends flatly the force of life and its renewals your paradise button nipples of the world's budding that blooms from pure joy your submarine nipples with a taste of freshness I will kiss a thousand times your breasts that weigh like magnets and when I squeeze them they spread like the sun on wheat fields your breasts of materialized light and sweetened blood generous like the joy of accepting sadness your breasts where everything is resolved where war doubt torture ends and the desire to die I will kiss your firm belly like the planet Earth your belly of plain emerged from chaos of murmuring beach of pillow for the king's head after entering sack your mysterious belly cradle of desperate night whirlpool of surrender and dazzling suicide where the forehead surrenders like a fulminated sword your belly heap of golden sand palpitating heap of black wheat harvested on the moon heap of tenebrous exciting humus your irrigated belly by underground rivers where the convulsions of the earth's birth still throb your contractile belly that hardens like a sudden memory that coagulates and undulates like hills and beats like the deepest layers of the ocean sea your belly full of entrails of unbearable temperature your belly that roars like an oven or that is calm and pacified like bread your belly like the surface of the waves full to the brim with deep sea and undertow full of irresistible delicious vertigo like a fall in a runaway elevator endless like vice and like it insensitive your incalculably beautiful belly valley in the middle of you in the middle of the universe in the middle of my thought in the middle of my dawn kiss your bullring belly divided into light and shadow and where death trembles smooth to the touch like the black back of the bull of death your death-made fountain belly to drink life strong and clear I will kiss your cathedral thighs of paternal pines practicable like shutters that open onto the unknown your thighs to be caressed like a thoughtful memory tense like a bow that will never be shot your thighs whose line represents the curve of the course of times I will kiss your irrigated groins like Mozarabic orchards translucent and white like the Milky Way I will kiss your terrible sex dark like a sign whose name cannot be said without stammering like a cross that marks the center of centers your black salt sex of flower born before time delicate and perverse like the inside of shells deeper than the color red your sweet vegetable hell sex exciting like losing consciousness open like the world's seed your forgiving sex for the sobbing guilty of dissolving bitterness and hospitable sea and buried light and knowledge of love of struggle of death of turning of stars of awe of depth of journey between dreams of black magic of annihilation of enchanted honey of gentle slope like the chaining of ideas of crucible to melt life and death of expanding galaxy your sacred triangle sex I will kiss I will kiss I will kiss until all of you ignite like a paper lantern that floats madly in the night.