Alicia Minjarez Ramírez writes

THE PATH OF YOUR STEPS

Naked and lurking 
tenderness
at the riverbank,
a kiss clinging on
as a vine
and climbing
through the sap
of my branches.

I spy on the night
in your thistles,
adjacent meridians
in the nectar
of your Nile.

Of  all your summers
emanate and disappear
crepuscular fragments,
frosts decorate

the melodic chant
of orioles 
and blackbirds.

I invent you and lose you
in the zephyr choleric notes,
the sublime lightness
makes silence thunder up.

Dissolving my dawns
in the hustle of memory,
fire against the light
of the stranger and nubile
torso of your body.

You rain and crumble
over my fragrant touch,
blast that exalts
the sound of the stones
building up
my roads,
long gone 
and desolated
landscapes
blooming today
behind your
own steps.

-- Tr. Alaric Gutiérrez.

 Erotic Landscape. Tree I - Wissam Beydoun

Alicia Minjarez Ramírez writes

It Rains...

A longing breeze

tries to show itself,

like nostalgia

migrating

up in the air.

Water permeates

my body.

Your breath

fills in

the context.

Longing secrets

that the wind

shakes up in the offing,

then nothingness.

I walk behind

upon the moisture

left by the drops

under the branches.

Birds get detached

from their nests,

looking for

the promised shelter.

Church bells ring,

outside

the night

interrupts.

I long to dry off

the rain,

like those birds

besetting

park trees

in the evening.            

The stillness of your eyes

invades me…

Ecstatic wings,

paralyzing their flight.

At my silence’s feet.

-- tr. Alaric Gutiérrez.

 

 Woman in the Rain -- Dinara Omarova