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Scarlet
I have seen the eyes.
The eyes.
of the scarlet girl…
the eyes that speak
to storms and nomads…
the eyes that fly
in the jaguar’s dream
the eyes that summon
soldiers and deep kisses …
I shall move in those eyes
like a shaft of light…
and ask you the language
of dreams…
Scarlet girl…
I can smell the demons in your neck…
I shall breathe upon them
a thousand times…
on a thousand rainy nights…
when your soul
is lonely as the northern hills…
and your breasts
are electric birds…
impatient…
till I slay them with love
till your lips croon a violent raga
upon my chest…
…your voice of thunder
…your raga of rain
how could I not then slay your breasts?
how could I not hold you
around your waist stained with jazz?
how could I not smell the night
in your bones?
Scarlet girl…
You bring me the rebel winds
in your white palms…
You bring me prisms…
You bring me the sorcerer’s sword…
and after you have mixed in my blood,
and I in your dream,
after the falcon leaves traces
of sweat
…on the shoulders
of dead saints…
you shall steal fire
again.
5 comments:
I feel this is one of your best creations... however a bit different this time. surprisingly, unlike most of your other works this seems more simple, and perhaps more emotional. As usual, i adore the way you use images and visions here... the lines that i liked most are:
"I shall move in those eyes
like a shaft of light…
and ask you the language
of dreams…"
I can smell the demons in your neck…
I shall breathe upon them
a thousand times…
...beautiful lines....one of your best,i think
and after you have mixed in my blood,
and I in your dream,
after the falcon leaves traces
of sweat
…on the shoulders
of dead saints…
killer lines.... intense
fantastic imagery..intense..very intense...
my favourite poem among all your works.
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