your ten infants armed
dug into my rear
collapsing all possible escape
trapping groans
capturing lips,
you took all my hosts
skin to a prison
subject to arm and leg bars
no other alternative but to invade;
32 pieces armored
punished my flanks undefended
and red dyed my being
losing all perceptions of reality.
In a battlefield full
white and whispers
naked fight we face in
various weapons
unequal strategy
know and hear your voice
a battered mattress I
undone in a sea of \u200b\u200btangled sheets
and you with the smile of one who knows the winner.
Image: Henrik Agelby
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