"First Kiss" by Tim Seibles

Prevodilac: Kristina Radosavljević Lektor: Ivana Krivokuća

First Kiss

Prvi poljubac

Her mouth

Njena usta

fell into my mouth

su pala na moja,

like a summer snow, like a 5th season, like a fresh Eden,

kao letnji sneg, peto godišnje doba, ponovni raj,

like Eden when Eve made God

kao raj kada je Eva naterala boga

whimper with the liquid tilt of her hips—

da plače za njenim njišućim bokovima.

her kiss hurt like that—

Njen poljubac je boleo toliko.

I mean, it was as if she’d mixed the sweat of an angel

Mislim, bilo je kao da je pomešala znoj anđela

with the taste of a tangerine,

sa ukusom mandarine.

I swear. My mouth had been a helmet forever

Kunem se, moja su usta oduvek bila oklop

greased with secrets, my mouth

podmazan tajnama, a moja usta

a dead-end street a little bit lit by teeth—my heart, a clam

ćorsokak sa fenjerima od zuba, moje srce - školjka,

slammed shut at the bottom of a dark,

zatočena na dnu mraka.

but her mouth pulled up like a baby-blue Cadillac

Ali njene su se usne zaustavile, poput bebi-plavog kadilaka,

packed with canaries driven by a toucan—I swear

prepunog kanarinaca, kojeg je vozio tukan - kunem se,

those lips said bright wings when we kissed, wild

te usne su raširile sjajna krila kada smo se poljubili,

divlja i precizna - kao da uči govoru morskog konjica -

and precise—as if she were teaching a seahorse to speak—

her mouth so careful, chumming the first vowel from my throat

njene usne su tako pažljivo pecale prvi samoglasnik iz moga grla,

until my brain was a piano banged loud, hammered like that—

dok moj mozak nije postao klavir koji je lupao snažno, udarao tako.

it was like, I swear her tongue was Saturn’s 7th moon—

Bilo je, kunem se, kao da je njen jezik Saturnov sedmi mesec -

hot like that, hot and cold and circling,

toliko vreo, vreo i hladan, kružio je,

circling, turning me into a glad planet—

kružio je, pretvarajući me u planetu sreće -

sun on one side, night pouring

sunce sa jedne strane, noć preliva

her slow hand over the other: one fire flying the kite of another.

njenu sporu ruku preko druge: jedna vatra koja pušta zmaja onog drugog.

Her kiss, I swear—if the Great Mother rushed open the moon

Njen poljubac, kunem se, kao da je Velika majka pohitala

da otvori mesec, kao poklon, a vi ste tu bili

like a gift and you were there to feel your shadow finally

da biste osetili kako se senka konačno otkačila od vašeg zgloba.

unhooked from your wrist.

That’d be it, but even sweeter—

Tako bi to izgledalo, ali još slađe,

like a riot of peg-legged priests on pogo-sticks, up and up,

kao pobuna jednonogih sveštenika na federima,

uvis i još više,

this way and this, not falling but on and on

ovako, ne padajući, već nastavljajući

like that, badly behaved

tako, nevaljalo,

but holy—I swear! That kiss: both lips utterly committed

a opet sveto, kunem se!

Taj poljubac, obe usne

potpuno posvećene svetu, poput Mirovnih korpusa,

to the world like a Peace Corps,

like a free store, forever and always

kao besplatna radnja, uvek i zauvek,

a new city—no locks, no walls, just doors—like that, I swear,

nov grad bez brava i zidova, samo vrata, baš tako, kunem se,

like that.

upravo tako.