To The Miraculous Kiss (A Poem)

8. A Hypnosis of Waters

This rain is amazing 

I want to feel your sins

Your repentance too

While this rain water feels like 

The smooth body of a snake.

I want to hold your hand 

And feel how far I can't be worthy 

Of my own pain.

The leaves of the trees all move differently 

In the same rain.

Yet these words of the forest 

Cannot be spoken except in 

Long forgotten languages.

We can know nothing 

Until we know everything

Yet I tell your dreams in a pretense 

Of knowing far away

Listen, I've mastered 

A hypnosis of waters 

A house whose inner chambers are

Like the waves of the sea.

If you give me death

Give it to my consciousness 

If you give death only to the body

What is salvation?

There are some moments

When we talk in such a way

All these words appear 

As god looking at us with a smile 

And a finger on their lips

They say

The body is nothing else

It's your badly cherished habits only.

I want to fight you 

Because I want to fill the voids 

Between you and me.

In fact, all the wars are nothing 

But the war with our imagination.

These battles are nothing 

But the mutual love of our wounds.

Darkness is a black Sun 

All bathes of forest's murmuring sound

There are freed by this darkness

In the sound of dark water

Some mine inside the heart, abandoned

As far as you can think

Deeper than that all voids fall

All collapsed there

Trembling of a small leaf  

Loads of ancient stones.

Enter this my heart

Imagine it's yours

How many stars on the walls of the heart

Spread love pictures

You drew all that and wrote there

All human stories wash their faces 

In the blood of the heart

And look, this sky has some stars 

Here and there

So you find some paths 

Here... there too.

And lose those paths 

All the longest memories of the path

In the inbetween darkness.

You grind your teeth inside your sleep

Newly satisfied

All the teeth of smooth stone 

The taste of cooking meat in those teeth 

Is deep and juicy.

The teeth are surprisingly 

All good actors

And the lips that cover it 

Are but a curtain of color 

Indifferent to all the acts of love, of hate, 

Of winter and summer talk.

The teeth called to me and told my mother 

What else she could have done

The teeth chew all my reforms and oaths 

And they spit out all the approvals.

I am happy – I sleep with those teeth too – 

And dream

Teeth coming down all over me.