The Wild Poem

Love me.. Without any complications..

And get lost in my palm lines..

Love me…For a week…For a few days…For a few hours…

I do not care for eternity…

I am October…The month of winds..

And rains..and cold…

I am October so be pulverized…

Like the thunderbolt on my body..

Love me…

With all the wilderness of the Tatars..

With all the heat of the jungles…

With all the furiousness of the rains

And do not stay, and do not leave

And never get ready…

Because on your lips has fallen

The civilization of all civilizations..

Love me…

Like an earthquake..Like an unexpected death..

And let your kneaded breast..

With sulfur and sparks…

Attack me like a hungry wolf

And (let it) devour me.. and strike me..

Like rains strike the coasts of islands…

I am a man without destiny..

So be me my destiny…

And leave me on your breasts

Like a carving on stones…

Love me.. And do not ask “how?"

And do no stutter in shyness

And do not fall out of fear..

Love me .. without any plea..

Does the sheathe plea ..when it receives the sword?

Be the sea and the port..

Be the land and the exil..

Be the clear weather and the storm

Be the softness and the violence…

Love me… in thousands and thousands of ways

And do not be repeated like summer…

I hate summer…

Love me … and say it…

I refuse that you love me without any voice..

And I refuse to hide love..

In a tomb of silence…

Love me.. Away from the land of Oppression and repression

Away from our city that is now full of death..

Away from its intolerance

Away from its wooden state

Love me.. Away from our city..

To which, since its first day

Love never came

And god never came..

Love me… and do not fear for your feet..

My lady, from the water…

You will not be baptized, Oh woman,

If your body is out of water..

And your hair is out of water..

Because your breast is a white duck..

That cannot live without water..

Love me.. With my purity and my mistakes..

With my clear temper and my furious winds..

And cover me..

Oh (you) sealing of roses…

Oh (you) forests of henna..

Undress…

And fall like rain..

On my thirst and my desert.

And melt in my mouth..like wax..

And knead into my parts…

Undress… and cut my lips..

Into two halves… Oh (you) Moses in Sinaï..