Count your body spots

partner

you know

that you can count on me

Not up to two or even ten

but count on me

Mario Benedetti

Let me count your birthmarks

tonight, my dear,

under the embrasure of the dreams;

and under the protection of my bedroom

I can tame your fears

while you kiss my wings.

Cover yourself with my hair,

tousle my scars.

You must know, my dear,

that wend one's way

is a trail of honey and basil,

and that since February

I long for your shadow every night

behind all my curtains.

Companion, don’t forget

to draw the shape of my hips,

to scratch my back bones one by one,

to make my groans sprout

that at dawn whisper to you:

"Come, my dear, come to my side."

Don’t cover the silence of your steps,

don’t disguise your fatigue,

don’t stop looking for me.

Because my dear, we have built

a viaduct from your balcony to mine,

so that we can flow

together

hand in hand

and without tolls ...

Let’s not forget about it.

Pilar Escamilla Fresco

(Translated by: Luis Martínez Arnal)

Original Spanish version: Contar tus lunares