LA TRASFIGURACIÓN

I feel your whole body under mine.
Your flesh
                   is
                      like an ember,
fresh and essential,
flowing towards
my body, through a bridge
of slow and syllabic honey.
There's a single moment when the body
and the soul come together,
and feel reciprocal,
                                 and live
their transfiguration,
                                     and step one ahead
of the other in the same surrender
desired from the same origin.
I feel your lips on my lips, I feel
your skin naked and eager,
and I feel,
                  finally!,
                               that sudden freshness
like a blaze
of eternity, in which the flesh stops
being flesh and comes loose,
disperses in flight,
                                and starts falling
on the sleepwalking earth
of your body that gives
endlessly giving,
                             until
the flight ends and the flesh lies already
still, miracled,
and returns my body,
                                      and all has been
a shock, a brilliance and then nothing.