Scramble Eggs & Jelly Beans
by Paula Sfeir
Scramble Eggs
His gall white hands pleasured-
My Red Sea rolled over-
So his arrogance and my kindness
Came by stormy weather, irrigating the sun.
We created black ejaculations.
The smoothness of our silks sang!
Red as an apple by trees!
The actions of our impure roller coasters-
In my rocket by the sea
He slept by my breast.
His fingers pressed my heart my sand,
We couldn't wake up.
We could hear violins:
Cream-colored, tow-colored,
Our bare skin
Gift-wrapped-a couple of seeds-
Naked and irrigated as oceans,
So the sky smiles-
I envy his frigid housewife
The scramble of eggs each morning-
Jelly Beans
When you said goodbye I painted myself into black tones,
Where we, stripped silver and exact, came loud by water,
Like white rabbits and their Arab rugs as cover.
It was good for two years, our happenings- But know
As if nothing had occurred, as if
Other black peacocks got inside my puzzle in between
Our jelly beans,
Our strange beds cried your strength by me.
I had nothing to say to you with remorse or guilt
As we hung up yesterday taking one last breath.
Crying as a tot in the nightgown you bought
I visualized your caresses, step by step.
You died yesterday and got swallowed by worms.
Us ended in a split of a second-
As I woke up, woke up reddish brown-
I erased your name; I erased your organs and all.
I conserve you in a wood box;
Our past rests in a bone pot,
Near my house and our hotel.
More About Paula Sfeir:
Paula is from Santiago de Chile, raised in Mexico. Her work has appeared in
SMUT Magazine, erotica-readers.com, muse-apprentice-guild.com,
The International Journey of Erotica, and Scrawlings; and is upcoming in Aesthetica Magazine and My Wife and Her
Lovers, (Forward Press).
You can email Paula at paula_vsk_9@hotmail.com.
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