Alma Novaes

 

Masturbation

Fingers devouring haste and time

urgency desire, gasp, race

Peace denial, this war, 

fury that demands 

to be fought.

Close your eyes, 

take you where desire 

burns closer

Generous fountain, indigestible drink

Burn forehead, drink you

I touch the orgasm and I drain the heat

I feel my breast, burning with cold,

I invent kisses, 

I scourge hemispheres, 

then I provoke the sweet shiver

we both vibrate, in different beds,

In the emptiness of our bed

I fight some of your fears, 

I still feel your heart racing, 

like a horse, in my chest, 

Between the cotton sheet

And now, now calm, 

yours on my fingers.

 masturbation.