More than lips
Light light
Your body is the trace of your body
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I turn the page of the day,
by the motion of your eyelashes.I enter you,the truthfulness of the dark.I want proofs of darkness, wantto drink the black wine:take my eyes and crush them.A drop of nighton your breast’s tip:mysteries of the carnation.Closing my eyesI open them inside your eyes.Always awakeon its garnet bed:your wet tongue.There are fountainsin the garden of your veins.With…
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in love with its own transparency.The circular afternoon is now a baywhere the world in stillness rocks.All is visible and all elusive,all is near and can’t be touched.Paper, book, pencil, glass,rest in the shade of their names.Time throbbing in my temples repeatsthe same unchanging syllable of blood.The light turns the indifferent wallinto a ghostly theater…
Here is a long and silent street.
and rise, and I walk blind, my feettrampling the silent stones and the dry leaves.Someone behind me also tramples, stones, leaves:if I slow down, he slows;if I run, he runs I turn : nobody.Everything dark and doorless,only my steps aware of me,I turning and turning among these cornerswhich lead forever to the streetwhere nobody waits…
There’s a motionless tree
A river of treesHits my chestThe green surgeIs good fortuneYou are dressed in redYou areThe seal of the scorched yearThe carnal firebrandThe star fruitIn you like sunThe hour restsAbove an abyss of claritiesThe height is clouded by birdsTheir beaks construct the nightTheir wings carry the dayPlanted in the crest of lightBetween firmness and vertigoYou areTransparent…
In my body you search the mountain
In your body I search for the boatadrift in the middle of the night.