We will model orgasm / Gocho Versolari, poet

 

Finally we are alone.
The barrage of insects, screams
and offensive silences
hides behind the wooden doors
that they ever built sleepy specters.
I invite you to a reflective love,
slow,
that will last all night
while the moon that crosses us
goes,
comes
going over the fur on the beds,
stroking our growing nakedness
with its waning soul.
I invite you to a violent love,
long, fast,
loaded with herds,
of wild animals and of fruits.
Your screams of pleasure will hold the sky
and they will guide the falls
into the dim underworld of hours.
somewhere near dawn,
we will model orgasm.
We will build it
sigh after sigh
while the moans
they form flocks and flutters.
We will lift the orgasm
with every faint suggestion
in this sudden silence
in which the world drowns vermin and fish,
unicorns and oaks,
walnuts,
pigeons
mazes.
Alone
Your.
Me.
The growing nudity
and the silence.

 

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GOCHO VERSOLARI

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