Modern Love Iii - Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta
Rigid full of mauve light, woman,
with ghastly universal mortal thoughts,
painful simulacrum, arguing
about twilight and dawn,
birth and death,
hope and despair,
love and apathy,
while the propeller screw spins,
turns, returns and delivers you.
Virgin sacked ancient temples heiress
alone in the solitude of this deathly hour,
be silent, my love, remain silent, always
full of memories of all the volcanoes of life.
Naked ochre daylight splashed female,
beams gluster upon your mysterious dress.
From your nights joyous dreams, great
deepening roots grew, immediately,
from the Lethe water of your soul,
as your arid tongue reincarnated the forbidden
karmic chants of your bluish glacier people
giving nourishment for your pristine birth.
Fertile, honorable, swollen with pride, slave,
to magnificently copious theories,
human relativity captured magnetism
discoverer of a belief so vibrant
that it butchers all flowers while
preaching their lemon sadness.
Pampered musk full of fish thighs debutante,
with stain glass red toenails, massage calling
swanning neck, amazonian back,
cheeks of pomegranate,
seashell of arum
marathon legs, iron calves
and feet of mercury
Drawing circles upon your rose's
hard screams dance on soft breath
putty appears in my hands,
I have no choice but to wait
and create you
though I am unable to do so.
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