My eyes discover younaked
and cover you
with a warm rain
of glances.
A cage of sounds
open
to the morning
whiter
than your thighs
at night
your laughter
and even more your foliage
your blouse of the moon
as you leap from bed
Sifted light
the singing spiral
reels-in whiteness
Chiasm
X
planted in a chasm.
My day
exploded
in your night
Your cry
leaps in pieces
Night
spreads
your body
washing under
your bodies
knot
Your body once again.
Vertical hour
drought
spins its flashing wheels
Garden of knives
feast of deceit
Through these reverberations
you enter
unscathed
the river of my hands.
Quicker than fever
you swim in the darkness
your shadow clearer
between caresses
your body blacker
You leap
to the bank of the improbable
toboggans of how when because yes
Your laughter burns your clothes
your laughter
wets my forehead my eyes my reasons
Your body burns your shadow
You swing on the trapeze of fear
the terrors of your childhood
watch me
from your cliffhanging eyes
wide-open
making love
at the cliff
Your body clearer
Your shadow blacker
You laugh over your ashes
Burgandy tongue of the flayed sun
tongue that licks your land of sleepless dunes
hair unpinned
tongue of whips
spoken tongues
unfastened on your back
enlaced
on your breasts
writing that writes you
with spurred letters
disowns you
with branded signs
dress that undresses you
writing that dresses you in riddles
writing in which I am buried
Hair unpinned
the great night swift over your body
jar of hot wine
spilled
on the tablets of the law
howling nude and the silent cloud
cluster of snakes
cluster of grapes
trampled
by the cold soles of the moon
rain of hands leaves fingers wind
on your body
on my body on your body
Hair unpinned
foliage of the tree of bones
the tree of aerial roots that drink night from the sun
The tree of flesh
The tree of death.
Last night
in your bed
we were three:
the moon you & me.
I open
the lips of your night
damp hollows
unborn
echoes:
whiteness
a rush
of unchained water
To sleep to sleep in you
or even better to wake
to open my eyes
at your centerblack white black
white
To be the unsleeping sun
your memory ignites
(and
the memory of me in your memory
And again the sap skywise
rises
(salvia your name
is flame)
Sapling crackling
(rain
of blazing snow)
My tongue is there
(Your rose
burns through the snow)
is now
(I seal your sex)
dawn
from danger drawn
circa late 50's, early-mid 60's
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