Orgy Of The Wind
By Wendy Guerra
Translated From The Spanish By Nancy Naomi Carlson & Esperanza Hope Snyder
You contain the wind
You stir all the strange meanings of words
and paintings
I’m not wired to understand
I feel and that hurts
Moored boats emerge under my legs
I watch how a kleptomaniac touches humid gold
he numbs me wearing cold silk gloves
A game of strange hands and legs
While he steals between the two of us I taste you
You contain light and red wine
I sweat in a winter of fire
I switch to another man another and another who plays with my skirts
It’s the wind the wind transparency and scent
white letters dispersed in desire’s amorality.
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