Look at my mouth, it opens for you
Read my red lips
My Red
Red
Red — Read them
I wear my red dress every day now
I am not ashamed of the color anymore
As it is, also, the color of my skin Incandescent — Where you can’t see

If you read my lips
You will guess my shade

L o ok at my mouth, it op ens for you
What am I saying —
Whisp ers of ancient secrets
Murmurs of shameful yearnings

Look
At
My fingers

Parting my lips
See them in my mouth
What lies on my tongue
Bitter bullets or black cherries?

My nail polish is clasping your flesh
That means — I like you
Silken rose pants on my thick thighs
I’ll be behind my corset, behind my bars, behind my lattice mesh
I’l l tie it closely around my bre a st and the sk in wil l overflow through
the holes
And then I’ll make my black breast a cup, to receive all of all
In it

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Léa Petges