paisaje adentro

I want to have fun. I want to chat. I want to share and eat and drink and talk about it. I want to know what or which memories and flavours stay within you. Sometimes, I want to dance on top of tables without shoes.

January 25, 2025

Poem 7__ I want

All your face

I want to kiss

           lick and drink

I want to breathe

I want to gulp

steadily consume

liquid essence

oil, blood and water.

All our fluids

I want to reign

I want them mine

to the point of

           infinite death

   eternal life

all my surface

and secrets will transform.

I will change odour

be blue-green, ochre

mute shade of purple,

will be cotton and boar hair

lots of raw silk on my cheeks

sunny pupils,

perspiring during sex

kefir and lime

top of fir honeydew,

filling our mouths.

On top of you

I will be full

full of rain

reasonably round

retained by your hands.

On top of you

I will be high

high meters in sky

Caribbean waterfall

piercing your skin.

On top of you

I will make

all my landscape

your gold girdle,

primordial skeleton

medieval love

gusli sounds in-

indigenous throat

only braids, baskets and nuts

river and stones.

Sand and mud shaped these

horizons

of maritime capitals where I —

I will eat

your curls

I will swallow

your eyeballs

I will suck

all those fingers

— high-pitch sound in my brain —

— no eyes no smells —

Oh madness fill me,

this nightfall is soundless, not tasteless:

I want to exist

only

through my skin.