Requiem for a Girl

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Requiem for a Girl

Inscriptions at the Centre of Gravity
Starfish
Legacy of Love
Offered Lady
Sesame
Pure Thought (a thought not thinking)
The Chosen

Someday perhaps there will be no need to speak. Someday
perhaps the dead power of reason will be. Someday perhaps
you will say: I want love. Through the body the mother of becoming
will be sketched and the mother of becoming will wait until
the day I miss her. We will always be together on this path,
immature for the time of nuptials. Everything will touch with a quiet
whisper and everyone will hurt you with a passion of something that
you dare not bleed. O, you offered lady! Far will I be and yet too
close for you to hear my greeting. Today I cannot imagine
that you were not Bach’s fugue. Today I no longer am aware that
you are not cocooned, that you are not curled up, but you wait, hope
and say nothing. Lady, lady sensitive, who flexes your senses, who removes your thoughts, who comes and leaves?…. She offers:
scratched out with the aid of words. She sings: larva hidden
in a stone, the possibility of a butterfly
in a sigh. She says: it’s true, no lie.

2018-08-21T17:23:11+00:00 November 27th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 51|0 Comments