Pavol Janik

(1956 / Bratislava)

The Moment Before Touch - Poem by Pavol Janik

The air grows still.
As in an illustrated weekly
I leaf through your eyes.
To hear silence
as it walks in new shoes
and lulls the buzzing bees.
Somebody furiously addresses us with wings.
It's said that you've seen
burning birds tumble from the sky!
It's just at the base of your breasts
there's something making a ceaseless hullabaloo.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 17, 2015

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