[I hate the fever that alights on your forehead]
By Tilsa Otta
Translated By Farid Matuk
I hate the fever that alights on your brow
Like a woodpecker, but how nice
To find your hands in the abyss
I arrive and kiss all your lips
And how we stroll along the lane
And how we find ourselves among the bedding
And how I can’t finish loving you
Because you’re the reality I can actually perceive
The vibration that lights my senses
Because this is not a story with a beginning and an end
It's you and me
A galaxy expanding by millions of kisses
An organic sculpture of time
The bisexual body of the eternal
Copyright Credit: Tilsa Otta, "[I hate the fever that alights on your forehead]" from The Hormone Of Darkness: A Playlist, trans. by Farid Matuk. Copyright © 2024 by Farid Matuk. Reprinted by permission of Graywolf Press, www.graywolfpress.org.
Source: The Hormone Of Darkness: A Playlist (Graywolf Press, 2024)