Treasure Island

Kae Morii

(20 of January / Osaka)

Grapes


To a bunch of grapes at the trellis
I extend my arm
A vine weaving an arabesque
I cut it off to put grapes in my hand
Amorous like the back of a nude woman

In Venetian water
Standing with my feet made of stone
How many fruits has it conceived?
How many sins will it exhale?

With cold sweats
Sleeping on a marble bed
A bunch of grapes
A grain of the breast
I rend the rind with my teeth
Wine colored bloom
Commits to the sweet flesh
Deep in my throat
Sobbing
Catching fire
Along a waterway faint in the light
Dregs sunk down in a barrel
Burning the bitterness
By the heat of my breast
It ferments.

Submitted: Thursday, October 18, 2007
Edited: Sunday, April 17, 2011

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