Poems

by David Huerta

You open the blade of a flick knife
so it drips transparency.

You shut the restless cube of night
and a stream of shadow ramifies.

You open and shut the liquid diaphragm
of my heart - and at dawn I arrive

in the stately, tenfold
starlight of your hands.

The literal translation of this poem was made by Jamie McKendrick

The final translated version of the poem is by Jamie McKendrick

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