WILD EROTICISM – Cramps and spasms / Gocho Versolari, poet

 

I have lowered the sun to my sex.
Cramps.
Spasms.
To my body
wavy rays dissolve it
and go through my chest
the straight rays of summer;
when the pain is over
the slow and powerful pleasure will begin:
the one that was distilled
in the alembic of one’s own suffering.
The sun will be a lady
naked, appetizing.
It will be a man
and I will offer my soul, my breasts and my vulva
to the burning phallus
blacksmith of volcanos.
Then the sun
he will be a maiden again
and I’ll find a way to get away
before i become
on a burning and melancholic pyre.
The sky turns into a pond
where I don’t stop fishing
fire and ash fish,
fiery myrtles
and apples of gray gold
like your skin.

 

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GOCHO VERSOLARI

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