Take These Kisses
Take these kisses as gentle as you,
Which might serve as fragrance to the prettiest rose.
Take these kisses sweet
Which might serve as flower to the finest flower,
Whose scent ravishes my whole being.
Take these kisses, and together receive
Inside your breast my heart which has no wings.
It is constant and a thousand cruel wounds
Did not prevent it from preserving its purity.
Words and I differ in one way:
One Sun witnessed the birth and death of words,
A hundred Suns see the birth of my love,
Whose action never stops.
I hope such love as mine, fenced, like a flower,
Might please God, and last longer than our beating hearts.
* * *
Memories
the dust of childhood
always settles on our mind
the ball, never round
during a recess deflated by joy
a blackboard speaking in contours and
shapes, racking the eyes’ brains
the red hand in the toilet, from
the dead caretaker’s blood
a teacher with twelve fingers –
the School Anemone
singing with the lollipop as mike!
I crave for joy, smelling the blood
of adulthood
where are you?
* * *
Time
The fan of life drove my river
into your melody.
Gone.
The calm waves shall
never return.
Time is not a river.
Time is a brain fart.
Time is a drunken
sailor.
It’s like serpents
wriggling in
old abandoned aquariums
to fly away, soon.
The orality of silence
in the dew of roses
is now my time.
Say something.
“Time is a brain fart.”
Yes, it is, it is. ❤
🙂