{"id":388,"date":"2014-12-18T09:00:46","date_gmt":"2014-12-18T08:00:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/?p=388"},"modified":"2018-10-11T19:57:19","modified_gmt":"2018-10-11T17:57:19","slug":"poems-by-elvis-coimbra-gomes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.unil.ch\/musemagazine\/2014\/12\/poems-by-elvis-coimbra-gomes\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems by Elvis Coimbra Gomes"},"content":{"rendered":"

Image:<\/strong> source<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Author:\u00a0<\/strong>Elvis Coimbra Gomes<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS<\/p>\n

I remember how I got here,
\nHow it surrounded me with fear.
\nIts mesmerizing texture,
\nSmooth layered dust luster,
\nAppealed my curiousness
\nTo a certain excess.
\nThe sun\u2019s sweltered light,
\nBlinding and melting my sight,
\nShined on the uncracked mud\u2019s crust,
\nTannish sand\u2019s rust.
\nEager to examine
\nThis deep sludge-filled basin,
\nI plunge my hand
\nInto the surface of the sand
\nAnd lost my balance
\nAlong with my prudence.
\nSinking down into the unknown,
\nI feel how it wrings every single bone.
\nNow stuck in the dense viscosity
\nOf flabby, pulpy, mushy consistency,
\nCompulsively,
\nI try to get out of this trap
\nBut liquefaction fills the empty gaps.
\nIt stifles my body
\nWith a breathtaking anxiety,
\nAnd I see no other solution
\nThan freezing my body\u2019s motion.
\nThe more I fight,
\nThe more I sink
\nTight.
\nCaptured in this thick scare,
\nI see myself in sorrow despair.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

WAKING UP<\/p>\n

His feet are dragging on the floor,
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I stand up and I applaud loudly in response to<\/i>
\nThis scrubbing sound (which<\/i>) is raping my ears.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 This girl, who cheated on me; she is aware of how<\/i>
\nMy sand filled eyes glimpse a tiny ray of light. Too bright.
\nShe tore my heart. I\u2019m stuck with this image where<\/i>
\nThe door handle is turned to the right. He leaves the room.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Two tongues sway the betrayal dance on saliva ground.<\/i><\/p>\n

Silence surrounds me again. And I –
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I\u2019m pregnant! I feel an inner pressure against my testicles.<\/i>
\nThe door opens. His feet\u2026The comeback.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Cut my belly with a saw and give birth to this being!<\/i>
\nThe noise! My dried mouth can\u2019t yell at him.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 What is that? Not human! This Xenomorph crawling<\/i>
\nThe water bottle, rustling plastic,
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 From the inside of my belly and grasp your face ferociously.<\/i><\/p>\n

He uncaps it, drinks a Nano-gulp, followed by a sigh of relief.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 I see people dropping down from the skyscrapers.<\/i>
\nHhhhhha\u2026 The sigh of great achievement.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0The fall decays their bodies and their rotten odors invade<\/i>
\nMy nose! It burns. A reeking smell in the room.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 The entire city! A virus! No adults survive, while<\/i>
\nChemical beauty is in the air; substances interact with skin and hair.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Childish anarchy is spread like fire. Power and chaos!<\/i><\/p>\n

He arranges his hair in front of the mirror.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 The reflecting surface is waving liquid silver. Suddenly, a bony hand<\/i>
\nGoes out of the room and closes the door.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Springs out of it and seizes my neck with<\/i>
\nHis floor sweeping steps fading in the corridor\u2026
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Its flesh boring, long fragile fingers. I\u2019m screaming in the crimson stream:<\/i>
\nGood morning! I\u2019m awaken with abused senses.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

AH DERRIDA…<\/p>\n

The more I understand
\nThat I don’t understand
\nYour philosophy,
\nThe more I understand
\nThat it’s impossible
\nTo fully understand.
\nHowever,
\nThis understanding
\nOf misunderstanding
\nBrings me further
\nTo understand.
\nBut then again,
\nI will misunderstand
\nTo understand again,
\nThat it’s always already
\nIn understanding
\nThe misunderstanding.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

YOU ARE THE FIRST, THE LAST, MY EVERYTHING<\/p>\n

In this clear night,
\nI took you in my arms.
\nTouched you.
\nFelt your smooth body.
\nSlid my hand on your sexy curves,
\nUp to your neck.
\nPressing my fingers on stimulating points
\nAnd sweeping my other hand
\nOn your thick straight, smooth soft hair.
\nYour sound\u2026
\nYou like it.
\nI like it.
\nHarmony.
\nI will make love to you
\nUnder the eager voyeurs\u2019 sight,
\nAnd we will resonate our passion
\nThrough our rhythm.
\nMaybe tonight
\nIs the night
\nYou will touch my soul.
\nAgain. Skin shivering.
\nAs you know
\nPerformance anxiety persists
\nEvery single time,
\nPounding my heart
\nOut of my chest.
\nThis fear of unexpected failure
\nYou don\u2019t care.
\nThat\u2019s why I love you.
\nIt\u2019s not worth to imagine a life without you.
\nFor eight years you\u2019ve been there,
\nPicking up my pearly tears,
\nFilled with untold secrets. With pain.
\nI\u2019m completely naked in front of you.
\nShameless.
\nYou will never cheat on me, never hurt me.
\nThough sometimes I hurt myself
\nWhen I go too hard on you,
\nWhen passion boils in our bodies,
\nFrom our chest, down our spines.
\nBut you like it, as I like it.
\nThe lights are on.
\nThe crowd is yelling.
\nThe stage is ready for us.
\nI will rock your body.
\nLet\u2019s make harmonious love
\nAll night long\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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