Pierced Princesses

by Uroš Prah


Pierced Princesses

He’s one of those guys

who say

they want to be porn stars.

They push against walls with their heads

and stick their asses out,

begging you

to fuck them.

Then they gasp with pleasure.

They whisper

that they feel a weird prick

when you slam it in all the way.

Dyed long hair,

faces littered with isolated hairs.

They turn away.

Towards the wall, the sheets, the ceiling.

Necks stretching over the edge of the bed

and towards the window,

their tendons bulging.

They’re trying to catch the Moon with wide open mouths.

That’s when they seem beautiful.

When they’re beautiful.

When they’re perfect-bodied angels.

All tense and soft and happy.

That’s when their

black hair shines,

like dizzy crows

on the dewy fields of Cmurek.

Prebodene kraljične

To je eden tistih tipov,

ki pravijo,

da bi bili porno zvezde.

Tišijo glave v zidove,

riti pa v zrak

in te prosijo,

da jih pofukaš.

Potem hropejo od užitka.

Šepetajo ti,

da jih čudno zbode,

ko jim ga zarineš do konca.

Pobarvani dolgi lasje,

z osamelimi kocinami posuti obrazi.

Proč se obračajo.

V zid, v rjuho, v strop.

Čez rob postelje

k oknu iztegnjeni vratovi,

izbočene kite na njih.

Luno lovijo s široko odprtimi usti.

Takrat je, ko se zazdijo lepi.

Ko so lepi.

Ko so angeli popolnih teles.

Vsi napeti in mehki in srečni.

Njihovi črni lasje

se lesketajo takrat

kot omotične vrane

na rosnih cmureških poljih.