Satan has no Gender
Satan has no gender
he borrows the ecstatic red
covers my bed with kisses
garments and emotions are hastily thrown out,
edges of nipples ironically
point to the heavens.
I still don’t know his true nature
although his agile movements attract me,
his convincing regeneration of passion
each time he changes his flesh and bones,
with eyes full of innocence,
he swears this might be his last time.
“The only lust to ego is ego”
he tells me
“There are thousands of paths,
choose one.
I know that
you’ll arrive here.
I’ll wait for you.
Libros Libertad 