ERÓTICO [ IV ]
Es mi hambre
carencia infinita,
hambre de sones, de heridas,
de moras
altivas,
subyugada a los secretos
de tus púbicas planicies;
es mi hambre alud
de sabores, cuando la boca
me abres
hilando deseo entre deseos.
No sé más.
No sé más.
En la visceral sinfonía
se transfiguran los besos
en guillotinas, en bastos,
me
descarnas.
EROTIC
(IV)
It is my hunger
It is my hunger
a
neverending lack,
a hunger of sounds, of wounds,
of haughty
blackberries,
that have surrendered to the secrets
of thy pubic plains;
it is my hunger, an avalanche
of flavours, when you open my mouth
spinning yearning among yearnings.
I don`t know more.
I don`t know more.
On the visceral symphony
all the kisses are transformed
in guillotines, in clubs,
you tear me apart.
a hunger of sounds, of wounds,
of haughty
blackberries,
that have surrendered to the secrets
of thy pubic plains;
it is my hunger, an avalanche
of flavours, when you open my mouth
spinning yearning among yearnings.
I don`t know more.
I don`t know more.
On the visceral symphony
all the kisses are transformed
in guillotines, in clubs,
you tear me apart.
(Incluido en / Included
in “Inéditos”)
Me encantó!
ResponderEliminarNo lo voy a analizar más porque sería desmenbrarlo. Así está como debe estar.
Saludos Lethei.
Gracias por tus palabras Amanda, un abrazote para vos.
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