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New Poems

Metasexual

by Diane Junyent.

Pump, Pump, Pump,
electric girl, revive me
because I am dead,
cardiovascular-paralized
with these wild-wild orgasms.

Let your pussy give
mouth-to-mouth
to mine,
because there is no oxygen
in the blood which inflames my clit.

Breathe, Breathe, Breathe,
Revitalize my sighs
with your wild creature soul.

Drive your fingers into me until you touch my heart
(you will see it has no beat).

Expand me,
move me,
impale me,
remind me there are no borders between
pain and pleasure,
between sadism and tenderness
make me ejaculate nectar,
darling.

Metasexual version original

Bombea, bombea, bombea,
eléctrica niña, reanímame
que estoy muerta
paradacardiovascularizada
de estos orgasmos tan salvajes.
Deja que tu coño le haga
el boca a boca al mío,
que tengo oxígeno cero
en la sangre que me inflama el clítoris.

Respira, respira, respira,
revitaliza mis suspiros
con tu aliento de criatura salvaje.

Insértame los dedos hasta que me toques el corazón
(comprobarás que no late).

Dilátame,
muéveme,
empálame,
hazme no distinguir la frontera entre
el dolor y el placer, entre el sadismo y la ternura y,
hazme eyacular néctar,
querida.

The side effect

by Diane Junyent

Go further on
trascend your skin,
evaporate yourself and
go inside someone else’s lung,
be the sneeze of a wale or
the center of a hurricane

Volatilize yourself
like a drop of absinthe
in a navel,
little by little raise your mind,
be the old drunk man’s burp,
go down to the vulgar, avoid the healthy,
be the super unleaded gas in
a snuff movie power saw.

Go further on,
break the borders of your skin,
dissolve yourself and become liquid,
with a golden shower, water
the flowers of your sexy neighbor.

Be butane gas and approach
a self-immolated Geisha’s fire,
be the fart of a carnivorous and
cocaine addict top model.

Go further on,
Transgender your skin,
but don’t stay there so paralized,
so flesh and blood,
so stone and iron,
so dead and static
It was only an orgasm!