In the Nature of Joy, in the Geometry of Your Snowflake…
It seems a cherry blossom ballet, breezing April’s photons :
it is snowing innocently, rustlingly…
…and the chorale of brownish leaves, secular, imperial platans resounds,
among the golden penguins of the fountain basin, among swan necks
with orange stars burning in their beaks…
I breathe the ozone molecules catching the fragrance
among my globules hosting emotions, ever more ruby,
I feel how they spatialise among the marble columns
of a different rise, in my peristylium –
my home of compact winter also witnesses the diamond soul,
in the ebb and flow carrying the milk foam of the whole galaxy…
From now on, my Sweetheart, please do no longer bite me by the Pole Star,
do no longer speak to me orientally, in the language of the king cobra,
do no longer tear the constellation of my Lyra with lily-of-the-valley teeth :
merely kiss me as in the nature of joy, in the geometry of your snowflake… !
1st February 2010
Velvety Frostbiting Sun
The velvety frostbiting Sun
floods my outermost and
innermost spaces…
The Sun’s molars of bashful photons
honeyfies
the grey scaly walls,
the susurrous yellow epiderma
of the November goddesses,
the ice-sweating asphalt,
the white feverfew,
the mauve chrysanthemums,
the clouds’ daily refreshened ties,
on Harvest Day…
The Sun’s infrared incisors, too sharp
through the woods’ harp
and the subkingdoms’ tarp,
deep down into my genes,
deep down into my chromosomes… !
English version by Gabriela PACHIA