Three Poems

Three Poems

Love Letter I
Love Letter V
Round Shapes

(In praise of a woman)

Round are your eyes
and the places from which you regard me,
directing my movements.

Round is your mouth
which takes your words
and glorifies your smile.

Round are your shoulders
and round is your neck,
the only scaffolding from which
my whole native land is visible.

Round are your breasts,
those mobile bell-ringers
and guns raised in ambush.

Round are your nipples
and the honeycomb on them
and the milk mine,
first breeding ground,
first encounter with nourishment.

Round are your groins,
roundly they spread,
evenly they return.

Round is your waist
and the wind spinning round it
like a wheel on its axle,
like yarn on a spindle.

Round is your navel,
that scar of birth,
reminder of the spot
where life began.

Round are your hips
where light is rejected,
only entrances
into darkness and night.

Round are your knees
which I expect to speak to me
and round are your heels
which separate you from the ground.

Round is your embrace
when you kiss me, when I kiss you,
and round is your tear
when you part from me.

Round is the table
where you eat your meals,
and the bread and the plates
are as round as the table.

Round is the apple
you offer your guests
and round is the rainbow
in the water melon you cut open.

Round is the water
which you cup in your hands
and the water which parts for you
to let you bathe.

Round is the seed
which you sow in the field
and round is the downward path
by which its root descends.

Round is the sun and the sunflower
which rises for your sake,
for the sake of your roundness
without it I wouldn’t know where to look.

2018-08-21T17:23:13+00:00 October 7th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 50|0 Comments