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--- M I E N D A N G Abandon yourself The window bar decanters the slanting sunlight Shape of a creature that knows how to sulk Urgent howls of crazy love talks Curse in the filthiest language Let's try to kiss each other I borrow the soft parts of the lips To reconstruct a ravaged face Rotating upward the pupils Roots like tangled lightning elongate Reddened the cruel dawn Doddering love's black magic Killer pupils Doubts then modesty On pale pink cheeks The skin has become musty here In panic the river licks the bank Joy erupts And who are you? I save for you grief on round breasts How can I wait? And what would I be? What's repulsive hidden deep inside the uterus I want to pierce shame into you And what would we be? I want to see you laugh A trembling puppet bursting A hand on shrunken testicles Opening wide the flat chest Flash frozen the self-absorbed lonely substance To escape raggedness by stripping naked Tickle and laugh Laugh! |
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