Mercedes Sonsa - Dedo no cru y gritaria

Abandoned at your feet, I make a roof of your soles. Your big toe storms the roof of my mouth. A hard, invading toe. I shrink back. Your heel then paves a path on my face and tramples on all my shame. I inhale deeply, I breathe in the sun of your breasts—so hairy. To sharpen the thick of your shins, to worship your thighs like false idols, I climb, climb little by little, until I end up face to face with the bald, drooling head of God.