Igor Isakovski: Reclining On Verses
RECLINING ON VERSES
i have verses all around
me, they float through the air
trembling under my fingers
like a fire in front of a cigarette
they shove into my hair
itch me under my nose
they scratch my back
they await me in the bed
like a tender warm smooth woman
they sneak over my legs licking
my breasts the verses shove
into my navel and deepen there
all around me verses
on top of me verses beneath me verses
like tender butterflies like golden dust
they run away like a flock of mute fish
in the sky's pond that shines in gold
golden as silence
18.06.2008 15:48