*Flowers
and Seahorses*
During
these days I practice
my
thoughts' pleat subject to
technique
and pellucid
neglect
typical
of twilight zones where
flowers
and seahorses
linger,
self-absorbed by their own
beauty
and undergoing a kind of seduction, they
make
the interior of assiduous vulvas
throb
During
these days reality hurts in abundance
like
watermelons and knives alternating
kisses
and caresses still visible on wet
leaves,
vegetables grow
from
the walls and from the bosom of this earth
memories
of when she was good
sprout.
©
2017, José Coelho
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