Toco Tu Boca (Julio Cortázar - from Rayuela) I touch your mouth With my finger I touch the border of your mouth I draw it as if it came from my hand As if, for the first time, your mouth spreads open And it contents me just to close my eyes to make it start all over again. Every time I make the mouth that I desire the mouth that my hand chooses and draws on your face with sovereign liberty chosen by me to draw it with my hand on your face, and for a random reason which I dont look to comprehend coincides exactly with your mouth that smiles underneath of the one my hand has drawn. You look at me, up close you look at me, each time closer up and then we play the cyclops. we look at each other each time closer and our eyes get bigger. they get close to each other, they superimpose and the cyclops look at each other breathing confused, the mouths find themselves and fight timidly, biting with their lips, barely resting tongue on teeth, playing in their boundaries where a heavy air comes and goes with an old perfume and a silence. So my hands sink into your hair, slowly caress the profundity of your hair while we kiss as if we had our mouths full of flowers or fishes, of live movements, of a dark fragrance. And if we bite the pain is sweet, and if you drown in a brief and terrible simultaneous inhaled breath, that instantaneous death is beautiful. And there is only one saliva and one single flavor of mature fruit, and I feel you tremble against me like a moon on the water. https://youtube/watch?v=_o_eODfJNuI
Posted on: Fri, 30 May 2014 09:38:08 +0000
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