Poem
Raúl Gómez Jattin
“ . . . Where the double sex sleeps”
The hen is the animal that has it hotterCould it be because the cock doesn’t stick anything into it
Could it be because it’s too sexy and so ambitious that an egg fits into it
Could it be because it also likes to be fucked
The bad thing about it is that it shits on the rod
But that’s the coolest moment and orgasm is like a fever
Crazy! Super sex for my six years
In the dove it doesn’t go in But it’s nice to excite it
and to become its friend and make it into
or rather the male pigeon a sacred sign of love
The one I name when it doesn’t hurt my cock
too much virgus like a male pigeon but penetrable
The she-duck is impossible The bitch doesn’t give in and bites
The sow runs away The female cat: don’t even think about it
The sheep is fantastic It remains still
The female goat in rut is delicious
I was forgetting the she-turkey With sexual gaiety
she goes out to whore around in the street
Of all animals the greatest is the turkey
All turkeys are gay They hold it tight
Of course the she-donkey is tops in the feminine sex
but the mule sucks it And the mare is among the best . . .
The cook does everything She lifts up her skirt
and lifts you up to her pubis She puts your hands
on her buttocks and fucks you in that bottomless swamp
of her wide-mouthed clumsy lechery
He who has fucked a young donkey knows
that per angostam viam there’s more contact and more pleasure
to enter with tenderness through where nature
apparently doesn’t expect it But it receives it
with such jubilation as I know not in females
All that pure and clean sex is like love
between the world and oneself That screwing
with everything beautifully penetrable That thrusting into
even a banana tree All of that makes you
the great screwer of an all-screwed universe
remembering Walt Whitman
Until you end up giving in to another male
For love One that has it even narrower than the female dove’s
© Translation: 2004, Nicolás Suescún
“ . . . Donde duerme el doble sexo”
“ . . . Donde duerme el doble sexo”
La gallina es el animal que lo tiene más calienteSerá porque el gallo no le mete nada Será
porque es muy sexual y tan ambiciosa que le cabe un huevo
Será porque a ella también le gusta que uno se lo meta
Lo malo es que caga el palo
Pero es en el momento más bacano y el orgasmo es de fiebre
¡Loco! Supersexo a mis seis años
A la paloma no le cabe Pero es lindo excitarla
y hacerse amigo de ella y hacer de ella La paloma
o sea del palomo el signo sagrado del Amor
Aquel a quien nombro cuando no me duele en demasía
Virgo como un palomo pero penetrable
La pata es imposible La perra no deja y muerde
La cerda sale corriendo La gata ni pensarlo
Chévere la carnera Se queda quieta
La chiva en celo es deliciosa
Se me olvidaba la pava En la alegría sexual
sale la calle como la perra a putear
De las aves lo más bacano es el pavo
Todos los pavos son maricas Lo aprietan
Claro que la burra es lo máximo del sexo femenino
pero la mula lo chupa y la yegua es de lo mejor
Pero . . .
La cocinera hace todo De levanta la falda
y lo trepa a uno a su pubis Te mete las manos
en las nalgas y te culea en esa ciénaga insondable
de su torpe lujuria de ancha boca
El que se ha comido un burro joven sabe
que per angostam viam hay más contacto y placer
de entrar con ternura por donde la naturaleza
aparentemente no lo espera Pero que recibe
en un júbilo que no le conozco a la hembra
Todo ese sexo limpio y puro como el amor
entre el mundo y sí mismo Ese culear con
todo lo hermosamente penetrable Ese metérselo
hasta a una mata de plátano Lo hace a uno
Gran culeador del universo todo culeado
Recordando a Walt Whitman
Hasta que termina uno por dárselo a otro varón
Por amor Uno que lo tiene más chiquito que el palomo
From: Poesía 1980-1989
Publisher: Editorial Norma, Bogotá
Publisher: Editorial Norma, Bogotá
Poems
Poems of Raúl Gómez Jattin
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“ . . . Where the double sex sleeps”
The hen is the animal that has it hotterCould it be because the cock doesn’t stick anything into it
Could it be because it’s too sexy and so ambitious that an egg fits into it
Could it be because it also likes to be fucked
The bad thing about it is that it shits on the rod
But that’s the coolest moment and orgasm is like a fever
Crazy! Super sex for my six years
In the dove it doesn’t go in But it’s nice to excite it
and to become its friend and make it into
or rather the male pigeon a sacred sign of love
The one I name when it doesn’t hurt my cock
too much virgus like a male pigeon but penetrable
The she-duck is impossible The bitch doesn’t give in and bites
The sow runs away The female cat: don’t even think about it
The sheep is fantastic It remains still
The female goat in rut is delicious
I was forgetting the she-turkey With sexual gaiety
she goes out to whore around in the street
Of all animals the greatest is the turkey
All turkeys are gay They hold it tight
Of course the she-donkey is tops in the feminine sex
but the mule sucks it And the mare is among the best . . .
The cook does everything She lifts up her skirt
and lifts you up to her pubis She puts your hands
on her buttocks and fucks you in that bottomless swamp
of her wide-mouthed clumsy lechery
He who has fucked a young donkey knows
that per angostam viam there’s more contact and more pleasure
to enter with tenderness through where nature
apparently doesn’t expect it But it receives it
with such jubilation as I know not in females
All that pure and clean sex is like love
between the world and oneself That screwing
with everything beautifully penetrable That thrusting into
even a banana tree All of that makes you
the great screwer of an all-screwed universe
remembering Walt Whitman
Until you end up giving in to another male
For love One that has it even narrower than the female dove’s
© 2004, Nicolás Suescún
From: Poesía 1980-1989
From: Poesía 1980-1989
“ . . . Where the double sex sleeps”
The hen is the animal that has it hotterCould it be because the cock doesn’t stick anything into it
Could it be because it’s too sexy and so ambitious that an egg fits into it
Could it be because it also likes to be fucked
The bad thing about it is that it shits on the rod
But that’s the coolest moment and orgasm is like a fever
Crazy! Super sex for my six years
In the dove it doesn’t go in But it’s nice to excite it
and to become its friend and make it into
or rather the male pigeon a sacred sign of love
The one I name when it doesn’t hurt my cock
too much virgus like a male pigeon but penetrable
The she-duck is impossible The bitch doesn’t give in and bites
The sow runs away The female cat: don’t even think about it
The sheep is fantastic It remains still
The female goat in rut is delicious
I was forgetting the she-turkey With sexual gaiety
she goes out to whore around in the street
Of all animals the greatest is the turkey
All turkeys are gay They hold it tight
Of course the she-donkey is tops in the feminine sex
but the mule sucks it And the mare is among the best . . .
The cook does everything She lifts up her skirt
and lifts you up to her pubis She puts your hands
on her buttocks and fucks you in that bottomless swamp
of her wide-mouthed clumsy lechery
He who has fucked a young donkey knows
that per angostam viam there’s more contact and more pleasure
to enter with tenderness through where nature
apparently doesn’t expect it But it receives it
with such jubilation as I know not in females
All that pure and clean sex is like love
between the world and oneself That screwing
with everything beautifully penetrable That thrusting into
even a banana tree All of that makes you
the great screwer of an all-screwed universe
remembering Walt Whitman
Until you end up giving in to another male
For love One that has it even narrower than the female dove’s
© 2004, Nicolás Suescún
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