Encounters

Encounters

by Ima Ríos

As common vulgars, we fucked

                     Wallowing as insidious insanes.

My claws panetrated him

                     and his relish made me come

and I came.

I came as a soul

             I came as simple thoughts

Oh, I came!

I came as coming hours

                       as coming seconds...

           as a run from there over here.

As we come

           the Oxygen abandoned us

           it left us behind

          didn't care about us anymore.

          It just went away, leaving us

          in our moist bubble.

We fought for air,

we groaned

we thought about dying

and we did.

She came. The little seducer.

          La petitte mort.