Buy Me... Transcendence, a poem by Cristina Sánchez

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BUY ME
THE POSSIBILITY
OF YOUR TRANSCENDENCE

- Cristina Sánchez -

Seeker after sensation,
hedonist of hidden pleasures,
summer storm jealous
of pink orchids, thinking
of camellias, daisies selling
themselves for nothing,
being ahead of my own time
with his
`You like Nordic boys,
silly, and a little naughty',
I wonder what would have happened
if she would have accepted his green
P A P E R S (just papers...)
in the tuberculosis of her soul,
her heart still fighting,
preambling Bronte's story,

in the hemorrhage of her
cardiac obsession,
covered in French finesses,
since she first started the game,
playing with skins,
(they stalking like animals
prisoners of her beauty),

with no PASSION
(like a man kicking the trunk
of his car whereas screaming
`gee up Rocinante!' after
reading Don Quijote),
with the counters of
an utopian surgery
(game over!),
the camellias becoming
of crochet,
French goody
yet rigid, stiff
as death itself,
in the claustrophobia
of her greenesses
scarcely uttering
syllables at random,
stopped her wheel of fortune,
coughing blood...:
`Ar... Ar...Armando'...