Sinful Grace
Nothing like your touch,
that sweet obsessive snail
crawling through my loins.
Cuddle in me,
look right into my soul
with that burning glance of yours.
Or else, with dark eyes
full of wonder
crowned with thick
forests on your brow.
Wide is your chest,
a woodland mountain
to be climbed
and conquered.
Oh, when my thirst
reaches your cup,
-sweet navel-
and down your thighs,
firm columns holding
a magnificent mast,
I shall become a Python
ready to gobble
the entireness of you
right into my deepest bottom.
Is it a paradise lost
that we’ll find
when finally you lift me up
into heavenly heaven.
(The most welcome invasion
of yourself into myself).
Always in the want of more
my thought rehearses the steps
front wise backwards
upside down.
There’s no way we can be bailed out.
Surely we shall all be bound
to hell after being hanged
and purified by fire,
our ashes thrown into the ocean black,
and we shall perish in the sea red
if we’re lucky.
Yet someone else
will be reediting
this ceaseless story
over and over again
till the end of time.
No penance may do wrong
to this enduring ancient rite
proclaimed by nature’s wisdom
condemned by narrow minds.
Let us step into the flame of life.
Let us not surrender
to the evil power
of the tenth commandment.
God must have never written
some of those nasty regulations.
Let us all indulge
inside the ocean deepest blue
alive, dressed in a silky shroud of guilt,
and damned, yet blessed
with sinful grace.
Zulai Marcela Fuentes
© Copyright, 1998
Apr 03, 2013 @ 20:29:51
¡Hola, Zulai! Me da gusto saber que estás bien. Encontré tu blog buscando información desperdigada de Nautilium, ¡jajajá! ¡Vaya época! ¡Y qué bien lo narras todo! Yo también lo volvería a hacer, sin duda.
Un abrazo,
Roberto
Aug 17, 2013 @ 00:32:19
Un saludo. Lo de Nautilium es un pretexto para hablar del asunto editorial, nada más. No recuerdo bien qué dice el artículo, pero lo de Nautilium, yo no lo volvería a hacer…Saludos, Marcela