the soul from purgatory springs

i need to use your name
taste your wet breath,
steal part of your soul,
run my tongue on your white teeth

feel the revolution through your fingertips
feel the urgency you sleep, blink, write
need to useyour bright eyes focus
on the real deal, the brave new world, the promised land
shape the right words
to formulate orgasms with three minute limits.
share the excitement of your thighs-to feel liberated.
I have not learned this art self salvation,
this art of writing, this art of achieving, this art of being

i have learned acceptance-hard on the line
I have learned lived hunger
I have lived desperation-hard on the line.
i have learned my work is not art

take these venial and mortal lines
full of blasphemy, fornication, masturbation
as my act of contrition
--
Noemi "hermana, resist" Martinez
http://www.hermanaresist.com

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Alice Walker