heel Disguised and silver finishes define
sharp ice .
Gozo to see
drop your knees
on the silver tray of my tongue,
and your eyes, look
behind my sash closed intentions
granted in between lust,
are my seizure. Burning
, exhausted
under a carpet of sweat.
My legs covered in nylon silk
bumble your conscience
staining my skin with clots
excesses. Hair
waterways
thank scapular girdle,
while
lose hands between the synthetic and flesh of our panties. We drown
hidden reincarnation of Princess
the transformer. Evelyn Rivas
http://www.elarmariodeorfeo.blogspot.com/
Chile
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Image: A reproduction Michelle Valencia G.
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----------------------- To quote Maria Teresa
Montt:
(Chilean poet born in Viña del Mar in 1893)
Despite that in my pitiful soul home troubles
my face lights up when you laugh ...
curse and is so harmonious gesture of my arms in pain
apostrophe, that would seem to them Pulse rise to a strange force
...
agonizing century human Oh Vanity! I cultivated a piece of fertile ground
where you scatter the seeds early
for the Promised Land. ----------------------------------------------
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