I am sitting here with a stomach full of a violent love, coarse and raw, scratching my throat on its way down. You can still taste the rust on my iron words as they escape, desperate for fresh air.

I am sitting here with a stomach full of a merciless love, a shining golden love that will hurt if you stare too long, an indigo love that defies definition, a love of rainbows and clouds. My belly is raining different shades of passion, each drop a testament to the storm within.

My love counts bodies. My love takes prisoners. My love suffocates and resuscitates. It is a relentless force, both fierce and tender, an entity that consumes and revives with equal intensity.

I have an organic love in me, a love of ambrosia and blood. It pulses with the sweetness of divine nectar and the rawness of life itself. I hardly know which tastes sweeter—the poetry that flows from my soul or the blood that courses through my veins.

In this tumultuous sea of emotions, I find my truth. My love is a paradox, a beautiful chaos, a symphony of contradictions. It is in this complexity that I embrace the depth of my humanity, the raw and unfiltered essence of what it means to feel deeply and love fiercely.

©️Beatriz Esmer