Salome after the Crime
How often I saw you
and felt surprised to be looking at you.
Feeling the temptation to spy on you
and the desire to love
what I did not have
How was I to know
from the naked dreams
that assailed me
that I was no landscape
for your eyes?
Lust, they say,
should only exist alongside love
and this was a vast and lustful crime:
but I wanted you defenceless
a banquet
your lips my banquet
How often I found myself
thinking about my crime
and about the history of men
judging me!
But what I saw
on that crime-laden platter,
were the eyes with which you
looked at me
(a me finally made landscape)
and the lust
that always exists
in love
Translation from the Portuguese