Arrolladora
Ah, the joy of knowing you are pink,
and orchid, and chrysanthemum, and peony,
and hide the default
that makes you, the gracious, so dangerous.
wheels on everything
profile as if the world outside your farmhouse, fountains gushing
energy around you, will they harass.
Nobody has imposed limits or
brake your greed.
thighs and breasts are your arsenal, deadly and gallant.
In this afternoon quiet,
arróllame, aniquílame, complete
your destruction: Let me be your lover.
Francisco Alvarez Hidalgo
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