La Mariposa de Matilde

Poem taken from my 7th book THE THIRD FALL OF RACE BROOK - A POETIC NOVEL & POEMS FOR J (May 2015)... I wrote it while in Bahia Blanca, Argentina, in a 2nd floor apartment, looking down on la esquina de las calles Alsina y Euzkadi, sidewalks wet from soft rain, the window sill reserving my glass of wine, while low music perforated the walls from another room, and then...

LA MARIPOSA DE MATILDE
15 August 2012
   
Note:
Metaphorically, to the love shared by Matilde Urrutia and Pablo Neruda.
   
Las sombras revolotean por los ojos
When thoughts levitate like ghosts
Vacillating o’er the conscious coast
`Twixt heedfulness and heedlessness
While she speeds in mind to peruse
A muse, igual a la mariposa delicada
Con alas inquisitivas, thus dividing
The air per each striding of pinions
Scattering miniature minions so soft
Allaying his inions aloft to waft
O the laugh in their tears and fears
Ergo love’s panging in avid hanging
Still worth the arranging of passions
Ay las razones misteriosas del amor
Las epístolas del ador son escritas
On souls-as-fetuses as epic treatises
Upon their flesh, bedewed fresh
Tress drenched, her dress cinched
Per his intents entrenched arabesque
Fitly convinced by their erotic odes
Then strident modes in silent codes
And throes of thighs versus loins
To conjoin, to disjoin, to adjoin
Anterior to posterior, lusting fierce
Terse to slow and low immersing
Submerging in inquisitive satin
As passé Latin, tongues unknown
Briny moans or groans under gown
(Los gemidos líricos entre los muslos
Y los poemas silenciosos, as tattoos)
Via stammering lips as their sweat
Condones, so consoles liken wings
And flings of Matilde’s butterfly

Note:
Now "but a dream within a dream" some one hundred years ago or more, or so it seems when I open my eyes.