Nude.
By Wagner Miranda
Breathe, now slowly,
calm, undeniably undressed,
before the welling eyes
that follow the killer
leaving the scene, unpunished.
Breathe in, avoid the feeling,
for those eyes fear to solidify
the emotion that runs free
down your cheeks
is true.
Reaching the glaciation point,
crystallized indifference,
crystallized dew of desire,
on your hill-shaped breasts.
To bleed or not to breathe,
your words resonate in my head,
while I collect what’s left
from the storm.
From your tears, the salinity,
from the sins, the secrecy,
hands blindly groping for meaning,
in the black ocean of the night.
In the thundering absence of love,
the crucial moment the anguish,
of the extinct fear puts its arms
around my bare skin.
The candidness of love
assaults the hollowness of being,
united we are, in what we are made of,
you close your eyes, the spotlight dies.
It’s finally time to rest,
with the compassionate sun
twinkling right above your head,
the acting is over.
I open the curtains of confusion
just to find your closed eyelids,
bare of the colors Cleopatra once loved,
sweetly dreaming,
so life-affirming.
The dream is real,
the acting is over.
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Wagner Miranda was born in São Paulo, Brazil in 1982, and has lived in Cork, Ireland since 2010, having finished his studies in Translation (English to Brazilian Portuguese) in 2009 at the Pontifical Catholic University of São Paulo of São Paulo. His early writings in Portuguese have been published on online collaboration websites and his bilingual book “Adeus do Porto” has been published in Brazil in May 2013. He is also the founder of the virtual poetry/music collective de nihilo nihil.