from So Yes poetry collection “Дека да”

/, Blesok no. 100/from So Yes poetry collection “Дека да”

from So Yes poetry collection “Дека да”

PUT ME IN THE BOX WITH EVERYTHING
YOUR SCENT REMAINS EVEN AFTER YOU’RE GONE
LETTERS FULL WITH SILENCE (while you’re asleep)
A LETTER. FOR YOU.
WRITING
I’LL SLEEP (I love it that the night is a woman)
TWO THINGS, TWICE (when you wake up)
I HAVEN’T TOLD YOU, I THINK…
THE YEARNING STRENGTHENS THE GRIP

I come to you. I rudely push in
your every pore: I come to you on a spring
of wine, on lavender clouds. I come
to you with a fragrance of love and yearning.
I approach slowly, I sniff you secretly,
I break onto you loudly: a ray of sun
passing through and thinned by all magnifying glasses
and mirrors. I burn everything on my way,
I think of nothing while I rush to you
in a flood and fire, I haste like a natural
disaster,
I whip like a mad wind
which seeks your lips. and opens them. I enter
through your eyes, I enter through your nostrils;
full with smells and restlessness, full with peace and light.
small specks of eternity. it’s inside us. you are.

2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments