Ode To Beatrice

Ghazal Of The Snake

Life is the spiral of skin,
Love is the movement of whats been.
The sky dances when love abounds
And the look of waves comes in.
The universe is a star on her lips,
She is the snake of Pure Temptation.
A million miles away, I see her,
Writhing like thunder in each direction.
Her hissing tongue caresses the spring
As North and South bow to their maiden.
The Island lives only in summer
She embraces the sun like a Virgin.
Glorious summer strip her of her malaise
And I'll re-create myself wearing her shed skin.
I still bear her poison in my empty eyes,
When will she free her poor Justin?


Sonnet Of The Plea

Beatrice, I want to introduce you
To the amber Moon of the scarlet night.
Both of you sisters know I ache anew
And once again I deliver my plight.
With a face of bright midnight she divides
Into the Heroic Twins of sorrow,
And I worship the Chaos she incites,
O Beatrice O Moon, what else to know?
What melancholy to be what you are,
With her I am who I deserve to be:
A proud drifter on the blood of the stars.
For her the sky sacrificed the young sea.
Glorious Moon, angelic Beatrice,
Let me at last have my one true Venus.


The Final Ode

I came into this dream, in a dream,
And I live without it.
Sweet mercy of desire!
And now,
The sand is shimmering
Where I first found you.

Green infant
Of the olive tree,
I pluck it silently
And with a kiss
I throw it to the heavens...so now,
Always now,
The sand is shimmering
Where I first found you.

I wish to ride the black sky
With your eyes cradled in mine.

The mirror shatters
Under your feet
In a thousand pieces
Of sharp dreams

Please,
Pick it up,
Now.

The tips
Burn like a sun
And cut like a
Lie.

Please,
Pick it up,
Now.

The mirror was
My rosary of agave.
Now the shards reflect
My crucifix.

Please,
Plunge it in my heart,
Now.


Celebration In Sweat

I know if somehow I said to you:
"I love you" in the gardens,
You would turn away and disappear.

So no more.

I wait here
In the heat of your afterglow,
Waiting for your little hands
To deliver me to the mist.

Ah so I die of love.

Along the dusty promenade
The wind is getting dry,
My skin suffocates
As I drink in fervour.

Ah so I die of love.

The sky is bare,
No skirts of iron
Nor tops of aluminium,
I magnificently shrivel!

Ah so I die of love.

I am back home:
In your whispers of anisette
That put my steps to death
With a kiss of silver.

Ah so I die of love.

I go to every place
We've ever been, sometimes looking
For peaches, sometimes for pears,
But we never left any.

But hope always returns me;
Eternal daybreak.

I celebrate wildly!
With one hand on my strangled heart
And shouting with a voice of asbestos:
Tonight I sleep again
In the backyard of your promise.
Eager worms go away,
Mine is a happy death.

Ah Beatrice, brilliantly I die of love.