Epiphany
meat
endures not only the enjoyment and texture of a moment ...
Sarduy
bed apex lacerated
onrushing muted your figure with all its violent
architecture the body that awaits deployed. He raised flood
revealed the profile of your whiteness open your thighs
denounce in
dark night when we hugged.
Enciéndese your meat on this fire to my blood
that expands in the thick twilight of your sex
restless. Already
silence hangs over the epiphanic inert
assumption that one minute
communicates life to death.
Writing in the body.
A
Sarduy
Inert, abandoned the instrument,
give your body, without a hint of regret
reflecting the beginning of the rite
pleasure in a moment.
undermines my tongue in your ordeal
the dim silence of your torment
blood that flows like a breath
where he enjoyed endless my vice. Leave the field
scalpel wound after a stroke
whining that has been silent, and dying,
you sink into lethargy end.
Sated and cold and your architecture
the other digs your grave here.
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