Lower Poem by Maria Mitea

below the air, there is only writing,
- criminal touch,
long-tongued delinquent,

torment me
torment me

and

let me
let me
let me dream of you, below the air

drown my eyes in each word,
falling on my knees half awake
half asleep,
teach me your firmness, like a blind man
with my fingertips, i"ll read your manuscript
on chaotic lips: how much calligraphy, order,
no mistake,
when you think it was written in the dark,

murderous touch, with your rigor
entice me
below the air
lower
and below
like a spear that pierces the earth from one end to the other
until we come
experts în penology