poema

REALITY
The truth of this body
my deepest truth.

Intrude it,
arrest it,
until I feel its flesh
prolonged in mine,
integrated into my blood,
and feel through hers
that cold lava of the ardor of pleasure.

Until her sex arrives
like those lovers
who, before a naked body,
performed with fervor and beauty
knowing themselves partakers of Pan and Aphrodite.

On inhospitable earth,
under the silent sky and absent gods,
I advance through its valleys, slopes, promontories,
and in the exact instant of the moan
assault, break, occupy
the mysterious cave,
the warm refuge
where I live silently.

Already exhausted, cold, and spent,
bodies separate,
powers are annulled: a truce opens over the white canvases.

Until a stealthy hand slides
across the skin so scarred,
legs entwine,
flesh, muffled, recovers its voices,
and sex, like a sea rising from its calm,
rises and advances: towards the body I love
and which lies beside me.I ALWAYS THANK YOU FOR YOUR COMMENTS, POINTS AND STUFF