The Boundary

I fear that some day

while loving me you might accept

to spend the anguish through

the thoughtfully immured night of our days

there will always be a window between us

so the kiss

the words will shrink from tasting the illusion

nor will there be

any childbirth

like the coldness of a fish

in the foaming wave of blood

the boundary is going to work its will

like a window through which

our hands dimly glowing

at holiday time

will peer at each other lonely creeping

out of our sleep

counting our sores

English version by Gabriela PACHIA