Empanados

Bells

"Encamped", as the old folks say,
When we touch, our bodies come alive
Better than being next to you is being "close"
Where we let the mirrors see us...

And the bellflower that forms the corolla
Seeks its prey, its delight, its clapper,
So I predict your ringing like a wave
Like a lightning bolt coming from below.

I’m a little bell, always have been,
But your body calls like it’s Sunday mass.
To your bronze thighs, I’m drawn, deafened
With all the calm of someone in a hurry.

I’m a little bell, that’s my heartbeat,
Since I saw you, I was already touching you...
When I said yes, I was already charged,
I heard you convulse, I stopped at you, left you vibrating!

"If they ring, they’ll ring," "if they ring, they’ll ring" say the bells
That things are even, that’s what the saying goes.
Ring, they’ll ring, ring, they’ll ring...

"Since I saw you coming, I told my heart
What a pretty little stone to trip me up"
Ding-a-ling, ding-dong, ding...