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Bisexuality
I like women who are strong
and men in their frailty.
In the beginning, this was the order:
Pairs: sky and sea.
perfection and nudity
slithering through our history,
like a river… Like a river that
once overflowed its banks
and salvation came
in a boatful of couplets.
This is the vocabulary of human scales, I understand.
But I’m tipping it.
Like a ripple in this same river,
Like a fruit from a different forbidden tree,
I offer a new form of nakedness.
A poeticization of the words
that still leave us wanting:
thirst, bite, clothing.
I am not afraid of men who are women
without breasts.
I adore women who hiss
in serpentine tongues.
In this bodily paradise where
my wants rip scales
and my metaphors drown
the grammar of words,
the only writing on the wall
is the curse of choice.
I like women who are strong
and men in their frailty.
In the beginning, this was the order:
Pairs: sky and sea.
perfection and nudity
slithering through our history,
like a river… Like a river that
once overflowed its banks
and salvation came
in a boatful of couplets.
This is the vocabulary of human scales, I understand.
But I’m tipping it.
Like a ripple in this same river,
Like a fruit from a different forbidden tree,
I offer a new form of nakedness.
A poeticization of the words
that still leave us wanting:
thirst, bite, clothing.
I am not afraid of men who are women
without breasts.
I adore women who hiss
in serpentine tongues.
In this bodily paradise where
my wants rip scales
and my metaphors drown
the grammar of words,
the only writing on the wall
is the curse of choice.