now up here, now down there

My breasts are small and my eyes round.
Your legs long and cool as the freshet
that runs down from the fountain.
I bite your neck,
it’s sturdy, still not yet ripe,
like a walnut that has just now fallen.
You clamber on top, start kissing my middle,
strew wet wavelets all over my skin,
now up here, now down there,
like the first fat drops to fall before
the storm starts, splat, splat, splat.

We’ve gone to sleep back to chest,
the way lips rejoin
after sighing.

[Kirmen Uribe, 'The Kiss', from Meanwhile, Take My Hand {trans. from the Basque by Elizabeth Macklin}]