Under my lovely belly button

Felix Mas
I am not split
when I feel that
old danger below my navel
as the arms of the clock
embrace my will
to be side by side
with comets
and the jealous moons
of Venus.

The unlike poetry
of my sex is strange
and elusive.
(Can't remember who said that)

Maybe The Tarot Cards
have the answer.
They read me today:
I may fall again
on Devil's bed.
He will help me
to bring out what is already
in me.

It is so sweet
to sin freely
without the exhausting
burden of love.

Karla Bardanza
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