From your heart, a wine that sobers
An overtone of musk and a sweetness,
Almost piteous, that lowers my knees
And my ribs as if they were only strings.
–
There is a look in your eyes
That suggests diamonds have
Cut away your valuables,
The look of a thief apprising
Treasures he cannot possibly comprehend.
–
There is a miser in your hands
And he does not touch me tenderly.
His breath is icy, his accouterments bald-faced.
I know that he does not desire me
But still his bare knuckles drag
Over my impatient flesh
As if to silence and indeed he does silence.
–
The moon has a crude look
Like wadded up bits of paper mache.
Tonight she is uneclipsed and her scars
Are showing like embers in a furnace.
I pray to her as we feast, indulging
On intimacies, wholly inadequate.
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I have 2 parties this weekend so I am not sure if I will pull off a poem a day and I may not be available for comment. Please forgive any delays.
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Wow, I truly don’t know how you do this–this incredible thing with stellar lines, day after day…. At first I was going to say the 2nd stanza was my fave…but then it just went on and on fabulous….sigh
Awww thank you that is incredibly kind!
Ah Yves, how could you do no less than outstanding as always…each stanza affecting me…but that last one..stunning. Have a great weekend and fun at your parties:)
Oh wow Oliana you are so sweet thank you so much! I am so tired now haha
A good tired I hope:)
The kids had fun =)
The last stanza is simply stunning..
Thanks Björn!
An overtone of musk and a sweetness,
Almost piteous, that lowers my knees
And my ribs as if they were only strings.
The moon has a crude look
Like wadded up bits of paper mache.
Tonight she is uneclipsed and her scars
Are showing like embers in a furnace.
Consistently blow me away Yves!
Hope you managed and survived all the festivities without too much craziness or exhaustion.
Thank you so much MJ for your incredible kindness =) I am not sure if my brain has recovered itself but I am animate more or less lol
👏 great job!
Thanks!