The Serpent

That’s it!

I can’t blow myself up.

Twisting itself among

the hairy filaments of my soul,

from up, up, up,

the neck, the nipples, the abs…

That's it! I can't blow myself up. Twisting itself among the hairy filaments of my soul, from up, up, up, the neck, the nipples, the abs... all the way down to the pubis upon unclothing itself within few touches, the serpent tantalizes me. That sucks!

all the way down to the pubis

upon unclothing itself

within few touches,

the serpent tantalizes me.

That sucks!

Calçados

Os calçados ali abandonados, o seu corpo alhures, e a alma?

The shoes abandoned over there, the body elsewhere, what about the soul?

“Sandálias”, by Cássio Serafim, Gana, 2011.

touch me

– touch me, please, touch me, please, touch meeeeeee…

[…]

– stop!

– can’t i touch you?

– my body. only.

– but i am doing it.

– please, touch my body.

– i do it. can’t you feel?

– please, keep your distance. no touch. don’t touch my soul, please.

– kiss you? can i?

– my lips, not my mouth.