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Charles Jernigan - Irene Marchegiani / Patrizia Valduga
15.
Inside this room, where all the doors are gone,
how my blood is singing and in singing
it says that’s my turn to live... a life…
I know that you know what I want to say.
17.
Be quick, immobilize my arms,
crucify me, nail me down to your bed;
console me and caress me, stroke my face;
fuck me when I least expect you to.
35.
Like earth to earth, come over me:
I want your ploughshare here inside my earth,
to bloom again, and overflowingly,
to offer you my flower, my sky on earth.
38.
I am ms video cable
y sea, bellowing in me,
without an east, with no more west,
my womb is moving towards itself
and slowly I bedew my banks, my shores.
41.
“That mouth moist sinuous and burning
that sucks me down convulsed exultantly
that squeezes, presses me so tirelessly
has a tongue that palpitates, that throbs!”
44.
“Don’t move at all. Be still. I said: be still!
so I can feel the bottom of your cunt.
My blossom, I will water you with sperm
until the end of time and world are come.”
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