Fuchsine Fingers

Fuchsine Fingers

The creamy curls

under your armpits

are not disgusting

the thwacked joint

of your fuchsine fingers

doesn't frighten

the imbecilities you pray

when ruined by nausea and self confidence

don't even stink a meter away

although your looks

ask for a tartaric thermal retreat

that's OK

but your dismissal as a human activist

at all levels

cuts ears, limbs, sexes

redefines the squares of families,

the landscapes of countries

the notion of love, life,

individual.

Now read this after me

every time some fellow citizen

is killed on

TV.

© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho