esmeralda

Por Ana Paula Perissé

                                         taça sinuosa
                                         em lugar de luz esmaecida
                                         há rubor´quase´esmeralda
                                         de giros anteriores


                                         mexendo os quadris
                                         ele te balança
                                         tal como fêmea
                                         emocionada¨
                                         ¨cio de cristal
                                          tcheco


                                         quando terminar
                                         de gemer ao vidro
                                         todo meu sangue
                                         ondulado
                                         restará nesta taça


                                         (teu perfume
                                         me gira em náuseas
                                         generosas)


                                         e a cada tez
                                         acarvalhada
                                         que me desfizer
                                         nua
                                         será recomeço
                                         de final intenso
                                         para 1´mundo
                                         sem terroir
                                                          ¨novo
                                         de outrora


                                         ancas rosadas
                                         elegíacas
                                         .
                                         .
                                         .
                                         só e espiraladas.