I KNOW IT'S NOT SO

About Patricia Evans' poetry

"Although I have spent time with Patrícia Evans on three separate occasions, I feel I know Patrícia Evans only through her poetry. She hides nothing, she surrenders everything. It is some of the most powerful poetry I have ever read. And I have read only English translations of her poems, so those who read her in her native Portuguese will experience her even more intimately. They should prepare themselves for imagery, anger, compassion, despair, humor, insight, knowledge of her self and the deepest love for those she loves, especially dad."

Robert E. Sheridan


Mr. Sheridan had been an editor for the New York Times for 32 years. He is also a poet, and a father.


Mr. Sheridan's blog:
http://www.coffeedrome.com/


PATRÍCIA EVANS

Twitter: @TiciaEvans - Email: TiciaEvans@gmail.com

06/02/2011

STRIP TEASE / STRIP TEASE

STRIP TEASE
( © Patrícia Evans)
.
Ele
desabotoou meu cordão de pérolas
e soltou meus cabelos longos, lisos.
Abriu o botão do vestido e o desceu.
Tirou minha lingerie,
desfiou o fio delicado da seda
e me deixou em pelo.
Depois, com dedo - lanceta
abriu minha pele,
e deixou-me em carne.
Colocou suas mãos cirurgiães
em minhas entranhas e
retirou minhas tripas,
minhas células filhas
e todas as minhas células mães.
Todo o sangue bom,
todo sangue ruim,
pingou,
Ele penetrou minha saúde,
toda infecção,
todo pus.
Com olhos de raios
laser e luz.
Arrancou meus órgãos
e me desossou.
E eu fiquei ao chão
junto às roupas e
ao que foi tirado
com sapiência
de bisturi firme, afiado.
Em nudez impudica
supliquei que me possuísse
gemendo em espamos
e ao romper minh'alma,
ai, magnífico orgasmo!
.

STRIP TEASE
( © Patrícia Evans)
.
Unclasped my pearl necklace
and loosened my long, straight hair,
opened the buttons of my dress and let it fall,
took off my lingerie,
tearing the delicate silk,
and left me naked.
After that, with his finger-scalpel,
he sliced into my skin,
as though I were meat.
He put his surgeon hands
into my entrails and
ripped out my guts,
my ordinary cells
and all the primary ones.
All of the healthy blood,
all of the useless blood,
spurted from me.
He tore into what was healthy,
and into what was infected,
every pustule.
With eyes like rays
of laser light,
he pulled away my organs
and boned me.
I lay down
next to my clothes
and to what was taken
with the wisdom
of a firm and sharp lancet.
From my lurid nudity
I begged him to possess me,
moaning into spasms,
and when he broke through my soul,
what a fantastic orgasm!
.
.

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