“My tongue freezes. Fire, Delicate fire, in the flesh…”

‘He’s equal with the Gods, that man’ by Sappho

 

The True Lovers by Ericka Herazo

The True Lovers by Ericka Herazo

He’s equal with the Gods, that man

Who sits across from you,

Face to face, close enough, to sip

Your voice’s sweetness,

 

And what excites my mind,

Your laughter, glittering. So,

When I see you, for a moment,

My voice goes,

 

My tongue freezes. Fire,

Delicate fire, in the flesh.

Blind, stunned, the sound

Of thunder, in my ears.

 

Shivering with sweat, cold

Tremors over the skin,

I turn the colour of dead grass,

And I’m an inch from dying.