Bunbury
Radical Sonora
Chained
Women are metals
in a state of cotton.
Sweet fire of mamey.
Sacred elixir of scorpion.
The spirit rises
when matter rises,
when matter is released.
Thus we fall, yes, to the precipice
of our rogue appetites.
I will ask forgiveness
for all my sins,
to live in chains
in the resurrection if
of the flesh.
And so are the imperatives
the assaults of the desire.
Attack me again, at the boarding,
in the carnal rapture of emptying myself.
I will ask for forgiveness
for all my sins
to live in chains
in the resurrection if
of the flesh.
I learned laws for the queens.
I learned all the techniques.
I learned the rhythm of containment
just to please them
in the resurrection
of the flesh.
In the resurrection

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