Change of the Night Guard

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Change of the Night Guard

Ohrid
Still Life
Attraction
Change of the Night Guard

Grown faint with swelter, the Earth withdraw,
The sea grew thick, we get out to it.
Beautiful fish and lurking medusas
Were shaken by the fog with red tentacles,
The sky rose over us – colourless and splendid,
The engine stopped,
The engine stopped and the silence embraced us.
The morning grew up, weaved into muscles,
Digging its nails in our backs,
It roared in our ears, it squeezed our breasts
And we were getting dry – lonesome end happy…

My friend then lay prone on the wooden floor,
Burying his eyes in his hand, he became unreal,
I gave him a cigarette, we were lying still wet,
We were laying terrestrial, sunburn and skinny,
We smoked in the haze, in the ramshackle boat
And we spat in the sea, spread out all around,
And in the heat a semi-felt danger
Vibrated obscurely between us.

AuthorGeorgi Rupchev
2018-08-21T17:23:31+00:00 June 1st, 2003|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 32|0 Comments