He attacked my fantasies right
where desire draws the abstract
art of living, shooting stars and
some hopes at random as I touched
his distant chest.
My life melted.
(I swear it was frozen)
It ran through me fast:
Tachycardia, perspiration pleasure, pain.
Somebody diagnosticated me lust.
(again)
My body knows the impossible him.
He is the party in power, the great combination
of what could be and will never happen.
He is the train I'd love to take but
I don't know where it is going.
He is the dream miles away behind
those words I'd rather not say.
In my throat there is a whisper
waiting to be unveiled.
(My breasts wait for your palms)
In my eyes there is a hot vision
burning lonely.
(Everything is all yours)
The impossible sigh brings out God in me.
The impossible mystery is a little moment
at the end of all.
My memory caresses me while
his invisible skin I eat and recall.
Whenever I close my eyes,
you lick my heart,
you suck my hand.
Those minutes only my biological clock
can understand.
Karla Bardanza
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