ALEIXANDRE, Vicente


No Star

Who said that a body

carved from kisses shines

resplendently, an orb

of happiness? Oh star of mine,

descend! May your light finally

be flesh, be body, here upon

the grass. May I at last

possess you, throbbing in the reeds,

star fallen to the earth,

who for my love would sacrifice

your blood or gleam. No, never,

heavenly one! Here, humble

and tangible, the earth awaits you.

Here, a man loves you.