Selva Negra

From our Hobbit house
nestled between
orchids and canna lillies
with a garden of bromeliads
sprouting from its roof,
you can hear the ghostly howls
of the monkeys
the bereft cries of the owls
the electric trilling of the birds
the honking of pink-tongued geese
as they strut up and down 
the landscaped paths
like haughty lords.

I embrace you
as a liana winds around an oak,
as the ficus clutches at the soil
with its twisted fingers
and climbs halfway to heaven,
as the blushing sacuanjoche
parts its lips
to drink the morning light.
Your kisses are sweeter than passion fruit
your touch lighter than
a dragonfly’s wings.


de nuestra casa de duendes
anidada entre
orquideas y lirios de Canna
un jardin de bromelias
brotando en el techo
se puede oir
los auillidos espectralas
de los monos
los gritos despojados
de los buhos
el trino electrico de los parajos
el bocinazo de los gansos
de lenguas rosas
que desfilan
abajo y arriba
los senderos de plantas
como senores altivos

te abrazo
como liana enreda del roble
como fiscu se aferra
al suelo
con sus dedos torcidos
se viendo a medias al cielo
como el sacuanjoche sonrohando
aparte sus labios
para beber la luz de manana
tus  besos son mas dulces
que el maracuya
tus caricias mas livianas
que alas de  libelula


(English version originally published in Red River Review)

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