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Entre dos lunas de sangre

te veo —o imagino el verte—

a lomos del orgasmo cuando baja

la marea, balanceándote y sonriendo,

aferrando apenas la arena húmeda,

apenas con la yema de tus dedos.

 

Between two moons of blood

I can see you —or I guess I do—

riding the orgasm in a low

tide, swinging and smiling,

barely gripping the wet sand,

barely gripping it with the top of your fingers.