Rhetorical Ilex Poem by Karoly Sandor Pallai

Looking at my instantiations
behind previously vanished glasses of morning embrace,
entangled in pale memories of confinement,
learning ourselves into hypertrophies of wordliness.
i’m an inventor of forefoot hopes,
a weaver of forgiving tapestries,
july spells, rhapsodies of hardboard
love instances.
i’m darkened by waves, translucid breaths,
future-bound births,
rays of light broken on your skin.
drawing into a notebook our history
of awakenings and altercations,
exquisite minglings towards cristal days.
transgressing times, structures of
faith, centuries of hope.
we’re harboring fears of a sudden disappearance,
in nacre nights and sparkling golden
bays, shifting towards the stringing shell of
our shared solitude.
we hire gentle hours of gleaming
afternoons to stick together our fading
glory, the supraliminal lights, the new-look
identities. we wallow in the evanescent
jubilance of our first second of enlightenment.
this was our last indention. we don’t interfere
anymore. indivertible silence. the
handwriting of your kyrgyz lover. nerve
ending.