O love O paralyzed love--- Somebody is entering our house! The heavy shutters heave open lovingly. 5 The carpets smooth themselves instantly. Glued smiles appear like stars. Somebody is coming into our house! Coming thunderingly up the steps, Rattling the moony spoons in their drawers. 10 And now your face appears, Huge and luminous Above the sheet's edges as out of a box. Your susurrations are aware and perilous--- There is nothing that has not been said between us. 15 Frosts stiffen the window panes, Each chilled web a bullet's nest of fears. One counts the radiant moon-spokes Delicately, delicately. Our hesitations fill the flowerboxes, 20 Each flower a little yellow scream. One fear, one fear Radiating into the next softly as flowers; This flower paralyzed and set blinking in mid_air. Out of what pool has it sucked its white dose of kirari? 25 The cross petals jar strikingly. The steps make the sound of an advancing crescent, Assured as Islam. The flowers shiver, Unloading their feathery pollens; At dawn they unfold 30 Eager as hypochondriacs For the new sweet pill that crests the hill, The red medicine, The sure cure.
From the collection "Contemporaries"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.