Private
Paradise
Sorry,
I'm off for [my private] paradise
the
line has been discontinued
with
regret, nevertheless the moon keeps
lapping
the earth
soothing
light's blindness
turning
its face around
us
the
gentle axis, a frighten reality
where
I, we, you revolve the substance
running
inside our bones
that
red ocher marrow -
history's
yarn
continuously
recycled in our body
desperately
searching for
purity
pu
ri ty
not
the one of heaven's but
the
one we find in
flesh, carnal!
the
one
absent
of pride, envy, vanity
the
one
self
nourished
when
touching, softly
looking
at every
pore
ready
for
aspersion;
the
one that gleams, blooms
and
rots
too
in
hands, lips, tongue
teeth
[sorry
reader
certain
things ought to remain
private
and
my
paradise is a
dangerous
place for
kibitzers]
But,
the line, the conversation
the
exotic dialogue,
the
erotic soothing
the
discontinued regret
all
blended with earthly aromas, got
me
on my knees
[sorry]
so,
I'm off, you know where to!
©
2014, José Eduardo Coelho
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