A Poem Called Kisses

Gabriela Mistral is one of my all time favorite poets, here is a poem translated by me called 'Besos' which means kisses. Why kisses? Because it is what I am craving for right now :P Enjoy.

There are kisses that pronounce by themselves
the condemnatory judgment of love,
there are kisses that are given with the eyes,
there are kisses that are given with the memory.

There are silent kisses, noble kisses
there are enigmatic kisses, sincere
there are kisses that are only given to the soul
there are prohibited kisses, true ones.

There are kisses that scorch and hurt,
there are kisses that knock out the senses,

there are mysterious kisses that have left
a thousand dreams lost and roaming.

There are problematic kisses that lock

a key that no one has deciphered,

there are kisses that bring out tragedy

how many clasped roses have let go.

There are perfumed kisses, warm kisses

that palpitate in intimate desires,

there are kisses that leave prints

like a sun field between two ices.

there are kisses that seem like lilies,

for they are sublime, ingenious and pure,

there are traitorous kisses and coward,

there are damned kisses and bewitched.

Judas kisses Jesus and leaves imprinted

in his God face, the felony,

while Magdalene with her kisses

fortifies his kind agony.

Since then in those kisses palpitates

the love,  the treachery, and the pain,

in human weddings they seem

like the wind that plays with the flowers.

There are kisses that produce delirium,

of lovely burning passion and craziness,

you know them well they are kisses of mine

made up by me, for your lips.

Fiery kisses that are imprinted in trail

they carry along the track of a banned love,

tempest kisses, wild kisses

that only our lips have tasted.

Do you remember the first...? Undefinable;
it covered your face with red blushes
and in the spasms of terrible emotion,
they covered with tears your eyes.

Do you remember that one afternoon in crazy excess
I saw you jealous imagining offenses,
I held you in my arms... a kiss vibrated,
and what did you see after...? Blood on my lips.

I taught you to kiss: the cold kisses
of impassible heart of rock,
I taught you to kiss with my kisses
invented by me, for your lips. 

.............. Pardon the horrible translation, I did the best I could. Hope you liked it.