| panta rhei poetry I crimson times dripping Our Breath Banging on the window Alf Laila W'Laila Absence |
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| crimson times dripping from the brush this vermillion honeymoon rooted in aureoles and sand and lost in the dust of a future self - this fathomless lovemaking, breathing fever and half-mast evenings onto canvas and distant footsteps, this ancient longing devouring time that will never yield a word great enough to hold us i am exhaling those blue roses for you to breathe them in i exhale my longing for you to drink this immense alluvial light and echoed floods to breathe is to accept this lack of air, this living fire these screams this desire as if for the time we live we could find ourselves in the indigo wind of stars side by side Our Breath there is a sunset dwelling in this blue, a crack in the exile i call the world light seeping through this desire again and again in the place before breath i feel our shadows cross you, the voice that echoes back to me, our longing is in league nothing has ever been enough the distance bought in your name struggles to crawl back to me and i veer out buried in the rift of wanting the light i shoveled up from below never casts the same shadow twice and the motion of my breath is myself, me, present inside the space of this moment my pulse, a nameless bird spurring the body's need to be taken beyond itself and a million dreams deeper the cry is still the same i have seen my breath cloud the mirror of time as words walk out from ashes each syllable the work of desire silence fathers the you and the you and the you an echo born from the shuddering of my skin the very sky collapsing as eternity flies in the shadow of my own breath Banging on the window the shutters are closed now and the dust of a former self is emptying the space you do not fill semolina smiles rigid with ancient honey drift by like floe as you crawl from the skin of your clouded lover with a glance heavier than stone hurled down to the invisible unspoken and barred from speech, you, made from time's havoc, sprawl over the tactile dawn that emerges from your clenched hand your fists that bang on the window only hitting the flux of air as you yell yourself out of the deeper void and the wall that grows before you: your hot pain forcing its way open Alf Laila W'Laila How long has it been since we saw A light, a thousand nights have passed and yet No moon, no star, no house is near Only our groping steps we hear Among the rushing of the rain How long has it been since we saw The sunset behind a bank of clouds Since we sank into twilight and then into night Since we danced and fell Right on the ground And music faded away How long since our skin was glowing and warm And the world was full of song Then something went wrong and it became dark And groping hands were losing touch And the rain kept falling and falling Longing for light for a thousand nights In insomnia I cry Cannot live and cannot die Cannot wake and cannot sleep And the rain keeps falling and falling Dark water is dripping from my hair A bedtime prayer murmured somewhere Are you here my love? Are you listening? The morrow of the moult will be When drops of dew hang in the grass When frightening shadows quickly pass When the eastern sky gets pale Can you see the morning star Coldly shining in apogee? The last cold nights of rain We endure; can you feel The night breeze on your skin? It is whispering of the end of the night Whispering of dawn, of light Are you listening? Are you here? absence can i stand the pulse of your desperate dancing drumming in my deepest dreams can i bear to run my hands across your weeping skin and to spasm your scarred soul with my orgasmic yells? can i stand the painful desire i spill over you you over me as we make love out of words or to run trembling through your swollen darkness? can i bear the sound of your heart knocking on the floor at night or to touch your lips in a language you do not know? along with your eyes your ashes your barely written pain - along with your shivering roots with your undevoured warmth i cradle your breathing i drink your seething i milk you of love i feed you light that grows in the corner of time where the whole of time has moved i have come so far for you you. and then you again from loss it began in a voice the colour of silence and now not even the sky arches wider than this love boiling on my skin you tell me the inaudible things chipped nightly away you tell me well-words down the quarried light of lullaby rill and chasm tell me how this that recedes will come close to me close to us on the other side of undreamed dreams for now now! now is the time to pass through tomorrow again now is the time to name this frail seed to open the wall to father the dream to touch the stone to tilt the wind now |
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