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Cold at FourIs there a technical term for a harp maker?
If there isn't, it's you, as a body, that canine
Your name doesn't
ring right but it's what you do with it that counts:
I tumbled around it and never said it at the correct second, like the
cuboid-skulled choirgirl a note behind, loud and disgusting. A faulty
The banal usurping of my bookish tongue
came on quick.
I'm very sorry.
Everything scratched backwards and now my spine streams
from my throat, cursive handwriting.
Scored in your scalp:
the clicking of toes, falling asleep in the hands of metal men,
forgotten criminality, barbed wire telephones -.
you look like so many faces -
for all I know you don't exist except in broken chairs.
The Maritodespotic PathI am naked beneath my coat of armour.
I woke and thought it was the sickness
I'd had before - my lips had never burned
The ghost of your dog came to me
last night, while I dreamed;
it burst into grey dust and
told me my bulimic piano solos were beautiful.
Dancing under the pregnant sky,
a waning gibbous belly crowned
with violet cloth,
I converse with the moon -
deep, dark French.
I love to speak
to hunted rabbits
and unlit trees.
WitchMy belletrist, little hunched cardigan-drenched
finch, he says, Mess, blooded with French shores and burned cakes,
don't you come to my hand anymore,
crying poppies from sallow ducts, my tiny soil-saviour?
- he touches his own ass-ears with his spiked teeth
and pets me 'til I'm salmon, sunset -
Sleep in my bed, stocky moth,
cease your painting, beetle queen, queenly slut,
turned frizzy in the process of sharpening the sea,
mouth your watercolours and hose down the wall
- I am ill of him, his eating
makes me a murderer -
Newborn kettle-coffee throws a kiss
and our son climbs my sullen thighs;
I doubt we will fall out of love,
the spiders we are.
The WoodsThey were shaped like humans, humans with rat-tail hair or weeping willow spines or long hungry feet, and they danced around her, carried on her fearful imagination. She could taste their wicked delight and she cried, paralysed as they fed upon the chilled currents of winter walks. The little wolves spun up her ankles and took on her thighs; nothing left unexplored for them or her, a vicious loving in the trees. She met the thick loam with her knees and stayed upright, her hollowed body becoming the only memory anyone might ever have of her.
These are the woods where the children come to die. These are the shadows where grey-faced sleep waits, never speaking, never turning. The children fall into the grim peace and no one can follow their red toes into the shroud.
Vulva SongThe curtains are never drawn in the spare room.
Why aren't you coming, why aren't you sitting on the edge of the bath keeping watch right through me?
I feel the carpet and soak up every silent look, store them under my toenails, and I miss you. You exploded,
the bees in the lavender bush are all that's left of you.
Articulated PointsOne year after I met you -
Ill, stricken, your chocolate orange lies
castling across my joints,
I break concave dandelion, seeds
splashing under my gambling shoes.
One year, one month -
They may lay their hides over your favourite
city garden walks, might leave hopeful lip prints
on the glass in your sturdy museum holidays, spit
love-letter typefaces down their ankles or hum in the grey
cold to stay awake for surgery,
and I will coagulate with my dresses,
Epectase(French version below)
Free the frail captive bird from this gaol
Of my entrails; with this drum striking with all its strength,
Make it violently beat to the small of my back.
Pour your poison into the phial of my body, inflict me
A deliciously slow death and let me leave,
Fly and be out of my mind, bewitched by your charms.
I thought I was sentenced to live a vagrant life
Until our gazes knock together on a battlefield
Your smell against mine and your curves finishing me off.
From your ardent and punitive lips, atone me for my desire
Make me feel alive again,
Libère le frêle oiseau prisonnier de cette geôle
De mes entrailles ; avec ce tambour tapant de toutes ses forces,
Fais-le battre violemment au creux de mes reins.
Déverse ton poison dans la fiole de mon corps, inflige-moi
Une mort délicieusement lente et laisse-moi partir,
Voler et délirer, ensorcelée par tes charmes.
Je me croyais condamnée à
RavagedMy bitter tongue licks your
lies off you. Naked,
you cannot kneel before me,
so I lay down.
Slowly, acid falls off my
eyelashes into your blackened mouth,
and I drown you in anger.
You chain me with your fingers
of lies and your smile of darkness,
and I am strong.
You don't kiss me with your lips;
You rob my innocence with
words and webs,
and I eat you after you ravage me.
I am alone.
Body HeatThe heat from your body drives me
Wild & I cannot control myself;
I need to feel your lips on me,
Because I am thirsty for your love.
You know how to start the fire
The flames of passion are
Not easy to extinguish;
Once the sparks fly,
You keep fanning it.
Your body is like that of a Goddess'
So well taken care of without any flaws.
Your skin so soft like that of silk
& eyes as dark as the night;
Your lips so full & sweet to kiss,
I am unable to pull away.
You tease my heart when you look at me
With those seductive eyes;
I am drawn to you like a moth is to a flame,
When you touch me with those gentle hands,
I swear I feel electric volts.
I want you so badly that I even
Find myself calling out your name;
But tonight, I will only fantasize
Feeling your body heat,
It is the only way I can go to feel
Close to you.
Diez anotaciones del encuentro.I
Temblaban las manos, sudorosas a la temperatura,
se quebraban las piernas del suspense
mientras te veía caminar hacia mí.
Me detengo con el tiempo sin asegurar mi aliento
y me ahogo en el desasosiego de la espera,
los pasos cada vez más lentos,
siento las gotas de mis manos caer,
mis músculos titilar impacientes a tu llegada.
El verde hacia énfasis ese día,
lubricando mi pupila agitada.
El jardín de concreto nos presentó
de forma súbita,
y ahí, en ese lugar, te vi;
destruyendo cada partícula de temor
y volviéndome el alma y el color.
Las curvas que tomamos fueron insignificantes
comparadas a tu silueta esplendorosa.
Era inconsciente de todo lo que me rodeaba
pero tu presencia - aunque no tangible-
ya la reconocía y me sentía en curiosa paz.
Eramos niñas exaltadas en el momento,
turbadas por las miradas, los roces inocentes,
las risas nerviosas y los besos en el cuello.
TangoDedos golpeando marfil
Un arco desgarrando el entorno
Las miradas se entrelazan
En un baile, acopladas, sin retorno
La melodía fluye de sus manos
Me capturan, me embriagan, me seducen
Tango puro, tu voz
Me asen, firmemente, me conducen
Afinada mi sensibilidad después
Reluciente, luminosa, nívea en la luna
Es mi piel estremecida
Es sonido, es instrumento, es música
En el caos del final de este tango
Es amor es la letra de la tonada
Cantas, tocas y recitas
En la noche, un concierto de la nada
A Daydream...You're close;
I feel the sultry warmth of your breath caress my neck,
and the scent of your hair is an exquisite promise.
Without looking, I see the satisfaction in your eyes,
as I contemplate the delicious ambiguity of your whisper,
and bite my lip against the inevitable moan.
You smile, bestow a soft kiss upon my cheek, and walk away,
leaving me to stare after you in bewildered fascination,
my fingers pressed to the hunger you've quickened in my lips.
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