MOMENT
Enrique Agramonte Robles
This moment
you devote to me
is my bread.
When you’re not here,
I'll find a way
to embrace the pillow
that dances
recites
or eats.
I’ll travel your heart
I’ll answer its echo,
its caged
impatience
Because I carry
my tigers on my shoulders
barely grazing desires
that go unheard
in these lines
Translated by Pamela Carmell
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