![]() ![]() The translucent jack fish and the sea bassĪnd the carp from Morelos and the scallops The tiny oysterssmall as pebbles from the river The oysters dreaming they’re at the bottom of the sea The flaccid octopuses fainting in their ink The bundles of freshwater crabs the mackerel for cevicheĪnd the clams partly opened and altogether stunned There’s orange juice and grapefruit juiceĪnd rice milk and hibiscus tea and tamarind waterĪnd strawberry atole and hot chocolate champurrado I’m in the pleasure within the pleasure of pleasuring myselfĪnd my nanny sound asleep in the hammock nearbyĪnd in the plaza the market starts to bustle with activity The gleaming verandas darkening with the acaciasĪnd in the kitchen the newly washed dishes The voluptuousness of being born again and againĪnd the photographs fading in the fermentation of silence The cages where the perfumes are shut away Words that are nothing but a drawn-out prayer ![]() Your scent of violets sour and feverish from the dust The color and the season of bougainvilleas are for you Into the gulf of absences to the northeast pour words saliva I spread my legs beneath the bathtub faucet ![]() Beneath the summer-drenched willow only restlessness lingers ![]()
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