Love

Love

I have killed the wolves in the sky…

they will disturb us no more
with their vagabond cry,

while I kiss the purple horses
racing in your mouth..

or smell the smell of 2 a.m.
in your hair…

You look beautiful now…

as we dance upon the marine floor
like two water crystals

…that the violin has touched
with naked fingers…

the seas beat beneath our dance,
we devour the salt of waves

with our fierce lust…

Yes ,
this is the hour
of the violin only…

moving its music
like a soft tremor

in your spine of iris petals…

The winter cannot steal
the nakedness of this waltz

cannot steal the sweat on your angry throat…

weave your prayers
into my chest
weave it deep…

move like a water ghost
in my body of strange colours…

And listen to the wounded city of my birth,
how it has forgotten
the perfume of a full moon…

listen to my marine soul…

and let us waltz
to the rhythm
of the sailor’s pulse…

let us touch the fish
with a dream of God…

What are the ships doing here so late?
Have they come for me?

Chain the ogres
in my blood,

breathe your familiar sea-gull breath …

hold my soul
till I have forgotten the wolves…

let me not remember
the motion of mad planets,
or the politics of crows

…for at this hour of the moon and truth
I only want the motion
of the violin,

the smells of 2 a.m. in your armpits

and the fever of your navel…

let me remember the motion of children
whom the city could not wound.

let me remember them
building tree-houses in summer.

and I have killed the wolves in the sky.