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Death in spring

1 min lectură·18 august 2004

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My love,

I am going to die tonight.

The dusk is falling over these tall acacias –

Their flowers rosy, white and violet blue –

Three subversive brown-skinned men,

Waiting at the window to wail and then

To receive in exchange of romance

Their poisonous sweet Arabian fragrance.

I hope they are not your messengers.

Or are they?

Your voice is creeping through the night

Turning my shadow into a bone fresh and bright.

My love,

I am going to lie down tonight.

The sun was burning my back like a pie,

The moon is burning my face with her omniscient eye.

The sheets still bear the shapes of your thought

I am longing for and I wish I had not.

My love,

I am going to be silent tonight.

A pale horse is trapping sinners on the chaotic alleys of the city.

His shuddering breath is empty of sound and of pity.

I can see his body dissolving potent,

I can touch him bearing it.

In the morning I am going to have another content

And a streak of your heat.

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Monica Manolachi. “Death in spring.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/monica-manolachi/poezie/83430/death-in-spring

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