.

privilege

only i 
have bitten your lips

Angry Wind

an angry wind blows by and sets you hair on fire
like autumn leaf in flames you’re dragged on trails of ashes
a rain falls over us, a rain…

‘Rock of Salvation.’ Unreality of the Metaphor (Full Text)

no one

by pallid balladeers, by wounded boys in flames
by sad, downhearted kings or by modern guitars:
how many lines of love have been declared away…

in the gardens of time

oh innocent word 
oh shady hair
oh dark flower whose fragrant flapping 
wounds the skin of the soul
oh cold mouth
like…

sweet

you are sweet as the water of a woman’s sweet river
that showers with its flowing every beautiful night:
sweet as the coffee flower whose breath is…

free

as free as crying soul enclosed deeply in a grave
as free as wounded blood that runs away from veins
as free as infant’s cry fleeing the cradle’s…

lips

on the tower of my senses
spring lays & sings
every note is a bosom
every trill a posy tossed upon the wind

together

together
surmounting endless pleasures 
on the unsettled sea of our bodies