Carilda Oliver Labra ( Cuba )

go crazy, my love, I go crazy
When slowly I go into your mouth;
And almost without wanting, almost for nothing,
I touch you with the tip of my breast.

I touch you with the tip of my breast
And with my abandoned solitude;
And perhaps without being enamored
I go crazy, my love, I go crazy.

And my luck of the prized fruit
Burns in your lubricated and turbid hand
Like a bad promise of venom;

Though I want to kiss you knelt
When slowly I go into your mouth,
I go crazy, my love, I go crazy.