Gacela of Unforseen Love

No one understood the perfume

of the dark magnolia of your womb.

Nobody knew that you tormented

a hummingbird of love between your teeth.

A thousand Persian little horses fell asleep

in the plaza with moon of your forehead,

while through four nights I embraced

your waist, enemy of the snow.

Between plaster and jasmins, your glance

was a pale branch of seeds.

I sought in my heart to give you

the ivory letters that say "siempre",

"siempre", "siempre" : garden of my agony,

your body elusive always,

that blood of your veins in my mouth,

your mouth already lightless for my death.