Ana Rosa Bustamante M.

Kidnapping

2009-11-15T19:19:00.001-08:00

You split my lace until my sweetness

my lubricated skin

groans for your body,

over your pube,

the wheat scratches mesenteries

the first time,

the contained scream shaked

oils between hurracains.

I approach to your mouth

with a honey slipping drops

and drops down by desolate prairie

arriving to me.

Come here to this congress,

nest of teeths pushing

the sweet corolla to peduncle.

Come to this divine pleasure,

to this delicious pain

to this bestial kidnapping

to the sky.

VALDIVIA, REGION DE LOS RÍOS, SOUTH OF CHILE.

2009-11-07T18:56:00.001-08:00

Crossing my skin

2009-11-07T18:10:00.001-08:00

I will cross the sand and open the craks

and the truths of my skin

will speak

You will return to the sound of the female

until breaking my lips.

you will put some leaves of the trees

as building a barn.

you will be there

suffering what you lived

you will be

over

me.

Your hand will be an infinite river

flowing in my blood.

Thirsty,

I will open my ways

until what unavoidable

you will be feeling my body,

blessed

slept

as the life treated you

over me

sunken

in the ocean

sunken

all surrounded from my breast,

pubis, sex, thighs.