pitangas da tailândia

Por Ana Paula Perissé

Imagem: Liu Yuanshou

                                            sol poente
                                            em teus pelos
                                            suaves.
                                            [húmus
                                            torrencial
                                            de nós
                                            em estremeção]
                                            lua nova
                                            em visão de pele:
                                            há névoa morena
                                            de teu lábio
                                            nos meus,
                                            pequenos
                                            grandes.
                                            fremitando
                                            ao escupir falésias
                                            n´almas já
                                            sem corpos,
                                            1´sequestro de tempo :
                                            espasmo de nós
                                            para mundo desviado
                                             ( e eu chupo
                                            pitangas da Tailândia)