Con Mucho Tacto / Tactfully

18 Mar

Me tocastes.
Aqui. Y aca.
Me has tocado
por todas partes
en lugares secretos
que nadie mas ha visto
en tiempos pasados
que no quiero borrar
profundamente me tocaste
aunque sin verte, ni oírte
y aveces sin entender
tu silencio.

Pero, yo no soy niña
y para que lo sepas
caigo bien en cuenta
que no eres tu el
que intenta tocarme
sino mas bien soy yo
la que se abre
y se deja tocar
como una flor que vive
fugaz, sin miedo
de marchitarse.


You touched me.
Here. And over here.
You have touched me
in secret places
that no one else has seen
in times past
that I don’t wish to erase
you touched me deeply
despite not seeing, or hearing you
and sometimes without understanding
your silence.

But, I am not a young girl
and so that you know
I am well aware that
it is not you who
tries to touch me
instead rather it is I
who opens up
and lets myself be touched
like a flower that lives
fleetingly, without fear
of wilting.

Gardenia by Lupe Eyde-Tucker

Look around, there is evidence everywhere.

A shower poem.

19 Responses to “Con Mucho Tacto / Tactfully”

  1. Mary March 26, 2015 at 3:19 pm #

    Beautiful! To open up and allow yourself to be touched is a gift — both to the one opening up and to the one to whom one is open. Lovely the way you have phrased this.


  2. claudia March 26, 2015 at 3:32 pm #

    the being touched and allowing someone to touch..opening up to someone like a flower…there’s a deep secret in this


  3. MarinaSofia March 26, 2015 at 3:36 pm #

    A delicate, feminine flower, yet with a very strong core…

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) March 26, 2015 at 3:38 pm #

    What a wonderful poem.. and I like how you had two languages even if I didn’t understand the one in Spanish… Somehow I can see how it comes through in the English version.. The second stanza is particularly strong.. Really wonderful.


  5. enthusiasticallydawn March 26, 2015 at 3:45 pm #

    I like the way your poem opened up like a flower. The words evoked such a gentle trust… beautiful. I wonder what the first part says?


    • lupitatucker March 26, 2015 at 4:04 pm #

      Thank you. The first part is the same poem, which was originally written in Spanish. The second poem is the English translation.


  6. tinkwelborn March 26, 2015 at 4:07 pm #

    Delicate! Fragrant! Delicious! A very good poem.


  7. Grace March 26, 2015 at 5:17 pm #

    Such a beautiful message, to be open and touched by love ~ Live like flowers, without fear of withering ~

    Enjoyed listening to your lovely language ~


  8. Glenn Buttkus March 26, 2015 at 5:39 pm #

    Your closing lines are brilliant; I find that flowers lose their bloom & wither, while women’s beauty & allure just deepen with the decades, if love is the common denominator.


  9. dkirkstokes March 26, 2015 at 6:07 pm #

    Oh, nice! I know her… or is it me? I want to share this with a friend.

    Liked by 1 person

  10. skyllairae March 26, 2015 at 7:57 pm #

    So beautiful! Beautiful imagery!


  11. kanzensakura March 26, 2015 at 8:42 pm #

    The gardenia bloom is perfect for this poem – so fragrant and pure and so delicate. This almost has a religious feel to it – of how God touches us and opens us to so many better things. Simply beautiful.


  12. Bryan Ens March 27, 2015 at 12:40 am #

    being touched…is truly only special if one has opened themselves to be touched. Lovely piece!


  13. mishunderstood March 27, 2015 at 3:42 am #

    So beautiful…in both languages. I enjoyed the unexpected twist of inner reflection, growth and love.


  14. Alex Dissing March 27, 2015 at 12:22 pm #

    Gorgeous poem. That last line… perfect ending. This is my first time visiting your blog. I’ll definitely be back!

    Liked by 1 person

  15. Adriana Citlali Ramírez March 27, 2015 at 7:33 pm #

    ¡Qué bonito poema! Me gusta mucho como el mensaje cambia. Y el acto exterior se vuelve un acto interior que libera y embellece.


  16. johnallenrichter March 28, 2015 at 9:06 pm #

    Oh, my… how sensual! Wonderful, – sent pulses of excitement through me… The chase is not the thrill, nor the flirting ways of our physical selves. The beauty lies in a woman’s submission…. You have just put voice to Venus… Incredibly lovely….


  17. billgncs March 29, 2015 at 12:31 am #

    every man seeks that woman – a beautiful poem


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