Archangelic Sword
What
shall I do with my eyes.
my darkened eyes,
Like eyes of the slain.
When
I look at you, you disappear,
Invisible behind opacity.
As
though you do not exist, are gone,
As though you had withdrawn your spirit.
And
only your sorrow remained and fills me.
When
you don't look at me,
I
am continually impoverished
And
my blood flees.
I
hunger and freeze, am emptied.
I
become like the unjustly treated, the naked.
When
your eyelids open
Your
look stays with me.
Like
the scale of a fate that is weighed.
Like
the quivering of an archangelic sword
Suspended: will it fall, may it not fall.
When
you leave me,
I
am the empty place,
The empty body, the hollow torso.
Full of resonance, stifled breath.
Wherever
I may go, to whichever
crevice of loneliness I hide
With
all my senses sealed,
I
feel like an abandoned house,
full of sound, footfalls, silence.
Your
absence empties the body, wipes clear the face
Otherwise Beautiful
That
which we call love
is not
Eros:
the angel with open wings.
He
changes aspect, is transfigured
becomes beautiful, otherwise beautiful.
You
cannot bear his beauty.
Animals
see him and hide
in their pelts, birds cease their chatter.
Bodies
hide their shadows.
He
becomes otherwise beautiful, terribly beautiful,
as though he'd emerged from the glow of a fire.
As powerful as the sea, as the wind.
Strong as a pillar of fire, as a mountain.
Solitary and monolithic, like a motionless river.
As silent as the shadow of a bird, as the throb of a dream.
Corrosive as flame, a poem, as fever.
Unfeeling as stone, as a naked blade.
As
hard-hearted as a scale that judges the weight of souls
The Crystalline Kiss
Much beauty has covered you
great beauty, plenteous and unruffled.
With which hands shall I hold you,
that the alabaster not crack and tear,
that your perfect body not slither
and disappear from sight
like a goldfish.
I don't know what to do.
Shall I cover you with cloth,
hide you under a bed sheet?
Shall I embrace or mourn you?
I touch your breasts, your hair,
Kiss your lips to waken you.
There is an
isolation to your lips,
a frightening coldness.
As when you bend to kiss,
yourself in a mirror.
And are frightened
by the cold crystalline kiss.
The Net of Souls
We
fall further and further
we fall silently, sink
deeper and deeper,
into great darkness.
We
are seized by love
as within a net.
We
fall
during this resplendent night,
on this earth, this bridge,
this towering ladder of danger.
within this net of souls.
From
brilliance and opacity
to
annihilation.