Sensitive Extra Xanadu
The tender fleshy lip
smudged
the glass of the window
making that hissing noise
rub the outer part
of my brain tissues, just
where the bone
caresses the mind;
the subtle contour of my
thoughts, rendered layers
of shadows, trying hard to prolong
and protect
the anti-natural nature
of the image my emotions
forged;
the hands
were free and
the eyes
were thirsting for reading
the mouth not
eating or speaking or breathing
but
why is it so hard
to explain
sex?
© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho
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