I am that compromised woman
Vulnerable.
Scorned.
I'm you.
I'm her.
I'm them.
I am She who was
you who are,
I am Me
walking through the streets of life
I am the history,
though unwritten,
of all women
who are rebor.
Kisses, caresses, encounters.
Women on my skin,
Naked bodies,
souls dressed with love
ready to dance
the dance of union.
Struggle, discourse, revolutionary
intensity which confront us.
We grow with energy, vitality and fear.
Masks fall on the ground
rolling at the feet of the empire.
Music
Happiness
Poetry
eroticism held back for centuries
awakening today, to feel each other;
straights, lesbians, doubtful
breaking chains
dancing to the rhythm of life.
Witches, magicians, curanderas,
imbuing us with strength,
destroying stereotypes.
New friends and old acquaintances,
partners,
lovers,
compañeras
united finally in the space.
Tears
laughter
promises
desires accomplished and longings
flying through time
encounters that are left on the road,
memories of what I foresee for the future.
Skin, intense desire
loneliness highlighted by laughter
languid eyes
intertwined hands
impatient lovers
strident music swirling in
smoke
smoke
enveloping smoke.
Skin, intense desire
persistent
loneliness, old companion
sad eyes
empty hands
convenient lovers
living music mixed in
smoke
smoke
unconscious smoke.
Skin, intense desire
impatient eyes
languid hands
lonely lovers
music intertwined with
smoke
smoke
insignificant smoke
skin
skin
skin, inert desire ...
This orgasm
so jealously
saved for you,
today,
with love,
was given to my hand.
Your tongue,
restless fish on my face
your mouth,
playful oyster on my lips
your skin,
torrid sand that envelopes my body.
your voice,
enchanting song that calls me,
and waits.
My skin and soul respond,
but you,
my seductive siren
vanish with the sun
and drift away with the current.
The paths have been forged.
With each step
our story is written.
Fear paralyzes us
we let go of the love
we so desire.
We pass by
fearing to walk the same paths
remembering the thorns
the bitter taste,
yet love insists...
We can make new paths
walk them hand in hand
discover each road,
forge a new world
where you,
can be you
And I
can be me
uniting at the end
on a path that will be ours.
A violent wave
breaks on the beach of our bodies.
We're inundated by an ocean
crashing against the rocks
and receding, slowly,
it leaves an erotic breeze
that surrounds us
unitin our bodies
forever
in a kiss.
Bit by bit
I detach the flesh
leaving pieces of skin
along the wayside.
Like a soft breeze,
A sigh flows from within
growing into a scream.
From withing
a strrange wieghtlessness
furges forth
mixed with worry,
with fear.
Y grow lighter
Hastily, Y pick up the pieces,
trying in vain to glue them together
with memory.
There is no return.
To my mother
Tell me your story, Lea
through you,
I will know hers.
Break the silence, Lea
kept for so long
in her inert body
that does not remember the past.
Tell me your story,
of the restless nights,
unknown men,
the internal struggle
between your truth
and the accepted.
Break the silence, Lea
of your stable sisters.
Be the voice
of such exploited silence.
Tell me your story,
of the nights off
when you longed for the bed
shared with the woman you loved.
Break the silence,
so that I understand
that her prostitution
was my survival.
Tell me your story, Lea
so
through you
I can forgive her.
These tears
have nothing to do
with the three thousand kilometers
Y traveled to see yo.
or with the fifteen pound
bowling ball that I dragged
because you requested it,
or with the shark skin sandals
that I was going to give you.
Or with the money
that I was going to give you.
Or with the money
that I worked so hard to earn
much less with the four hours by train
so tiresome.
Nothing to do with your not wanting to see me.
I cry, my son,
for I know what you feel
and can't soothe you
because I will remain a lesbian
though it disturbs you.
I cry, my son,
for I don't consider myself guilty
and because you decided
to alienate me from your life
without the courage to face me.
I cry, my son,
because today,
with all my love,
because today,
with all my love,
not to cry any longer
I had no choice
but
to
bury
you.
Your eyes are absent,
flying away to another world
in moments of shared silence.
You come near
Your breath touches my skin
fills me with your essence.
From your silence you speak
your words lull me,
You are near,
you are gone,
you fly to memories with the music
you return,
touch me,
kiss me,
filling me with your essence.
I want to be filled by you
by your eyes, your peace.
Time goes on
I remain sitting on your bed.
I want to be filled by you
by your body, by your soul.
Time goes on,
I remain sitting on your bed.
I want to be filled by you
by your hands, your aroma,
by your moon, your home
yet,
time goes on
I must abandon your bed
and become
forever
your nothing.
The first tears with your name
spilled over.
They flowed until they formed the river
in which I now travel to forget you.
Relacing these scattered beads of time
along the fragile thread of memory
there remains a single strand
of infinite solitude.
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