terça-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2020

Corporeal

From a chair, everything looks easy
and fine,
until I cross your imaginary line
and what you see makes you queasy.

But this is what was given to me
by mother and nature
and is meant to be free
in every scripture.

This is mine, my vessel to cherish
and hold and feel...
Oh, how it feels,
it is always peckish!

This is for marvel,
not for your scorn or cheap fetish
for your meals...
You shall obey its will
and it will flourish.

7 de janeiro de 2020

2 comentários:

  1. Eu sou um intruso dentro do meu corpo
    Sou o sempre nunca deste tempo todo
    E simultaneamente o solitário e o outro
    GK

    ResponderExcluir

Obrigada pelo feedback!

Terra incognita ou Mar Morto

 talvez haja mesmo algo de vago caro e raro no mal necessário do esmo feito do sal ário à cuja guisa de busca como parte do caminho se torna...