Eunice Odio

CONSUMMATION

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Like white nocturnal animals

your arms gather

where my soul beats softly.

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Your voice

flickers by my side

like a piano of deep silver

simple as—when alone—the sea

arranges shipwrecks of fish and wine

for the next season of water.

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Then,

my love slides beneath your voice

My sex floods like the world

and holds birds,
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Doves and naked bodies burst from my breast.
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Already within you

I cannot find myself,

falling in the path of my body,
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With a submerged and tender

dense vocation,

With collapsing breath

and final shape.

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You lead me to my body,

and I arrive,

expanding my womb
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and its vast dampness,

where gentle mangers grow and white lilies

and a small animal,

suffering and transient.
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II

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Ah,

if only I could find you one day

placidly on the verge of my death,

arousing my ear with your love

through which water runs

without re-birth . . .
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If only I could find you one day

—so close to death and so celestial—

at the border of this slope

all that suddenly remains with the afternoon.

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Ah,

Comrade,

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How I love you at times

for your man's name

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And for my neck where your soul rests.