One Thousand Women, None Like You by Alejandro Mujica-Olea - HTML preview

THE LITTLE  WOMAN

You came dressed in spring green

with tall crystal shoes.

A real little lady.

Mermaid from gentle seas,

blooming white rose,

butterfly with rainbow sparkles.

Stretched out, trembling with halting breaths.

Snowy peaks, your nipples two red strawberries,

your sex a volcano that burns with fire and flames.

I caress you and kiss your sugar peaks,

until the volcano erupts with honey.

You tell me to stop, it’s too much love, you’ve

 had enough. 

I contemplate the sweet little ivory lady,

stretched out, sweating, delirious.

She is now a real woman.

Oh Flower, you close for the night.

Mermaid, you sink into the deep sea.

Butterfly, you fly away from me.

I am left alone.

I am a burning volcanic island,

in the sea of oblivion.

Translation by:

Monique James & Belkis Possamai