CONTACTS

CONTACTS

... Knees that touch other knees,

Arms that touch other arms;

Hands that touch your hair,

Hair that seeks my contact.

... Fingers that touch so many fingers,

My gaze falling between your breasts;

My body touching your thighs,

Contacts inaccurate in secret.

... Shoulders touching other shoulders,

In the fragile melee of desire;

Patience in mismatch and debris,

No diplomatic touch without the kisses.

... Perfume mates without shame,

In the yearning and in the fury of this folly;

Lovers are, without being lovers,

Anonymous, without past and without future.

* J.L.BORGES
1993