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It’s Not Just the Earth That’s Shaking

 

You touch me and I get chills from the nape of my neck to the soles of my feet. A softness spreads within me, hot and wide like the summer. You enter me and fuck me hard, painting the walls of my soul from within. You quietly set up a house of prayer for us between dark blue sheets embroidered with gold. 

We splash around in sweat, whiskey and pussy. Breathing each other in and out. Desire materializes through us and becomes, for a few hours, woman’s flesh.

How you know me, how you hear all the secrets I’ve buried. I celebrate your sure movement inside me, trusting your strong hands and your eyes that know how to change colors.

You put a kaffiyeh and a tallit together, dipping them in color, testing if they can breathe as one. They called you a terrorist artist and yet you are a peacemaker. The terror they are most afraid of is love. And the wolf shall dwell with the lamb, woman with woman.

We’ll lick pussy here until we vanquish the war, the sirens, the guardians of all walls. We sigh and moan peace and love on your bed, in our mouths, between the palms of our hands. Sacred becomes us. We become sacred. 

I shed hairs, leaving them for you in every corner of the house, like strings asking to tie you to me. You anoint me with rose water, agua de flores seeping into my neck and belly. When I leave, I still carry your scent, stealing back to you in the hours that follow. My body echoes you, my nostrils remind my brain of the storms we created in your bed, all the waves we rode together. 

“What are you doing to my sense of smell?” I ask.

“It’s the scent and the spirit,” you answer. 

You and your words, you and your colors. Paint inside a church, you tell me? Inside a woman, you inhale and exhale here. 

When I leave and the door closes behind me, I already know. There is no other woman, there never was. You are everything. You’ve penetrated the crispiest layers, where every movement matters. You are both my destination and my place of origin. I knew, you are where time begins.