Feeling a new flow of virtue underneath my wings
As it continues on- on,
As far away from my window as I can, counting into
The numb lips of the previous cadavers
Of my muse until it happens right here:
The meetings over bridges- the leaping into the séance
Of fires- another night finally blinded underneath
All of her windows,
And the airplanes gone through their fabulous
Ventures:
The exoskeletons so fabulously clinging through their
Old departments,
As you can feel the glowing lights of her lost malls
All around you- and this is just the final thing
That you do last of all for her before you go to sleep:
After all of her flowers have been delivered,
And her chocolates, and you are so entirely sure that she doesn’t
Deserve you anymore- until finally the night dreams
Come like care giving dragons, like crustaceans underneath
The séances of butterflies and dragonflies- kissing their
Last unlucky numbers, and finally glad that they’ve
Stumbled upon to the lover of some other man’s shore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! It is really amazing my dear Bret! This excellent and deep write really touched me! I love its imagery and striking poignant words! 10+++ Well deserved! Keep it up! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from NYC...