I have chimeras in my eyes
Bright with thirty candles
From sex jumps seeds
Exploding locomotives
I have hoarse guts
In a rosary of my faith
My muscles are so fragil
To this network of intrigues
My Afro-latino soul cries
Implodes, rips, squeezes
And in my sleeping fingers wander
The moon in my dreams wins
So what?👣🇧🇷

©️ Beatriz Esmer