Joyous Love looked to me while she was holding
my heart within her hands, and in her arms
my baby lay asleep wrapped in a veil.
She woke her then and trembling and obedient
she ate that burning heart out of her hand;
weeping I saw them both then depart from me.
-Dante
Painting by William Blake
I turn the page of the day
writing what I'm told
by the motion of your eyelashes.
I enter you,
the truthfulness of the dark.
I want proofs of darkness, want
to drink the black wine:
take my eyes and crush them.
A drop of night
on your breast's tip:
mysteries of the carnation.
Closing my eyes
I open them inside your eyes.
Always awake
on its garnet bed:
your wet tongue.
There are fountains
in the gardens of your veins.
With a mask of blood
I cross your thoughts blankly:
amnesia guides me
to the other side of life.
-Paz
What I do, as of right now, is trivial. The important thing is what I am becoming- no one can understand this poetical metamorphosis!
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