ad infinitum
Triptic II
I don’t know how to tell you that my voice seeks you
and attention starts to bloom, when the night follows
splendid and vast.
I don’t know what to say, when lengthily your wrists
overflow with a precious radiance
and you shiver like a cherished thought. When,
as the field is initiated, the unripe barley waves touched
by the premonition of a distant time
and in the full-grown earth men chant the picking of the grapes
- I don’t know how to tell you that a hundred ideas
inside me seek you
When the leaves of melancholy get colder with stars
alongside the space
and the heart is an invented seed
in its dark bottom and one day turmoil
you steal