Luljeta Lleshanaku Poems

Your kisses have long been singeing me like a wound
And your pristine body
Frightens me
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The moon
nicotine of a kiss. . .

A sideways glance
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I will sit in an alcove of your mouth
As on a stone near a waterfall
Certain that the maelstrom of words will not spirit me away.
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Sealed within this anguish
As in a tent of soldiers with no return
Where all of your attempts to escape
Inevitably rub against the chest of someone else
Lying next to you.
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In this town
The annual snowfall
Hanging on the rare and solitary trees
Brings nothing new.
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The woman recalls
That she was once a member
Of a family of giraffes.
Their warm hides
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For my two-year-old daughter Lea

I cannot escape your sunflower gaze,
Do not judge me for what I lack,
A maternal instinct
Which like a water bottle grown cold
Ends up at the foot of the bed.
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We never spoke a word about death, mother,
Just as married couples never talk about sex,
Just as doctors never use the word 'blood,'
Just as the mailman never needs to say 'news,'
And frogmen never need to mention 'air.'
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A premonition?... Or is the stench of alcohol
On the mailman's breath as he brings me a tardy
Letter?
A foreshadowing
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A rusty-coloured gate, no name,
The passage to the old people's home.
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