I sense your brandishing,
the Gift that makes me sing
from places I'm not vocal,
and so loud,
the focal
point inside me becomes
you
as I inhale your hues,
shades, aura
and flavor
my blame is my savior....
yes, I will keep this gift
I'll sell my soul to drift
by your sweet brandishing . . .
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
An awe inspiring write.