Angels can not be seduced at all or quickly.
Pull him into the entryway,
stick your tongue in his mouth and reach

under his robe, til he gets wet; put
his face to the wall, lift his robe
and fuck him. If he stares in anguish
then hold him tightly and let him come two times;
otherwise, by the end, he’ll be in shock.

Admonish him so he sways his butt;
let him know he’s free to grab your balls.
Tell him he can fall without fear
while he is hanging between earth and heaven -

but don’t look him in the face while you are fucking him
and, for heaven’s sake, don’t crush his wings.

Bertolt Brecht, 1948

sangre mala

damarlarımdan akan kötü kan mıydı gördüklerim ?
diye sorardım yakın zaman önce geçmişe
şimdi eminim ki kulaklarımı, dudaklarımı
ve gözlerimi kapadığımda
biriktirdiklerimin asimetrik yansımaları onlar.
iyi ki bende kalmışlar koyu çizgilerim.
artık dokunabilirim geçmişe sana bulaştırmadan.