I want to kiss you for a long long time
until I feel the aftertaste of metal on my tongue.
I want us to get tired of kissing and yet go on
past the pain of our swollen and bleeding lips.
I don't want to stop too soon, like most people do,
at the first signs of stupefied satiation.
I want to see what we conceal inside our hasty desire,
behind the burning shell of lust and self-heated tenderness.
I think I am ready to face whatever may be there,
be it divine or accursed. Let it kiss me through you.
I need to see on what your nature rests,
so a snow-white statue in an abandoned park
presses a flower-bed, or barren soil,
or an unredeemed treasure, or an unmarked grave.
Homage to Camoens 10
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