July/Aug 2019 • Vol. XLI No. 4 PoetryJuly 1, 2019 |

Almost Obscene

If you’d like to hear what I say to my pillow your blushing face would be enough They’re words close like my own flesh it feels the ache of your cruel memory Let me tell you OK? You won’t use it against me some day? I tell myself: I’d kiss that mouth slowly until it turned red And then to your sex the miracle of a hand going down at the most unexpected moment to brush against it as if by chance the same intensity swaying the sacred I’m not evil I just want to make you fall in love with me I’m trying to be honest sick as I am to fall under the curse of your body like a river fearing the sea but always dying in it

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