By AIRTON PASCHOA*

A short piece

lover

tell me about the men you had and who had you

Tell me about their bodies, the part you like the most.

tell me about the sofas and beds in cars

tell me about the afternoon sessions

always so eager

of the late night sessions

from the fatigue of the nebulous day

tell me about the rest later

Did you smoke? Did you nap? Did you whisper?

did you take a bath together? did they wash you? did you wash them?

Did they play in the shower? in the bathtub?

tell me about your roars and punches of joy

Did you sob? Did they laugh? Did they die?

Tell me how you got ready for them

the hair revealing the ear

the pearl that would be a pleasure to nibble on 

foreseeing the advances and detours to the vertigo of the mountain

                                                                                     before the fall

Tell me about how the lap hinted at losing sight of

the bloodsucking breasts in bloom 

the coast in slope and bonfire

Tell me how it made your lips water just imagining it

hands tearing you tearing you rolling you choking you

the precious little piece

                               lovingly chosen

the black lace giving way to the dark lace

the bright pink evoking the eager pink

tell me what they asked you in your ear and

                                                                      you didn't deny

how it made your mouth water just remembering

how it made your lips water just thinking about it again

surrendering themselves abandoning themselves clinging to their root

he tells me

only like this in their skin in yours

                                                 helpless nudity

                                                                                   supported

only then will I be able to forgive myself, forgive you, forgive us

the turns we don't return

*Airton Paschoa is a writer. Author of, among other books, Azul vá (e-galáxia, 2022) [https://amzn.to/3MT2rSN]