Two Bodies

Two bodies face to face
Are at times two waves
And the night is an ocean.

Two bodies face to face
Are sometimes two stones
And the night a desert.

Two bodies face to face
Are at times two roots
Intertwined in the night.

Two bodies face to face
Are sometimes two stilettos
And night lightening sparks.

Two bodies face to face
Are two stars who are falling
In a naked sky.


The Bird

A silence of air, light and sky.
In this transparent silence
Day was resting:
The transparency of space
Was silence's transparency.
Motionless light of the sky was soothing
The growth of the grass.
Small things of earth, among the stones.
Time sated itself in the minute.
And in the absorbed stillness
Noonday consumed itself.

And a bird sang, slender arrow.
The sky shivered a wounded silver breast,
The leaves moved,
And grass awoke.
And I knew that death was an arrow
Let fly from unknown hand
And in a flicker of an eye we die.


Lightning At Rest

Sprawled out,
Stone made of the noon-hour,
Half-open eyes in which the whitness becomes blue,
Half-ready smile.
Your body rouses and you shake your lion's mane.
Again, you lay down,
A fine striation of lava in the rock,
A ray of light sleeps.
While you sleep I stoke you and polish you,
Slim axe,
Arrow with I set the night on fire.

The sea fighting in the distance with its swords and feathers.

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