Diego, all about Diego:
Sangre de mi sangre,
the moon, the sea,
the soles of my feet -
the yawning yellow,
the pomegranate purple,
the brown breaths of trees.
Our veins flow into each other
like great tributaries
of soaring rivers, soaking
murmuring mud.
Quero morir en la risa d’este rio.
The roar of your white waters,
your toad-green eyes,
your thorns piercing my thighs,
Mi Diego, mi Dios -
tuas legrimas en mis ojos
I paint you with my eyes.
Blood-petals drip
from your flower-fountain;
I squeeze grapes from your vine.
I breathe you in,
exhale you,
sip you like a wine.
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