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Drunkenness

drink the wine of your body underneath the covers
your
faces challenges that hit me with pity, as I gnaw

cirrhosis of sin.

I looked all your names, knew the infamous
Bacchus,
stripped me of this leprosy blood
this gangrenous skin lies
and memorized every letter of your body when you alone I
roías liver.

My viscera are ready to be eaten,
ready to devour you with every muscle of
when bile ran the bed, the bed-wetting
fresh grapes.

Diviso dock your pleasures
and
my stay anchored at the edge of your torso, sank in the waters
ethyl
with horse between your legs.

I'm a whore! I am a drunken whore! A whore with a hangover!