“As though..."
If in retrospective adoration
Of the growing grasses
Of beauty
I exercise the power of
Turbulence
As if I were your sister
In such a continuous
Shaking of forces from south
To west
From north to east until
The blue sky of forgetfulness
Opens and the urge of the instinct
Is domed
If yesterday you found yourself
Walking in ideal solitude
Talking to a blue cloud and
In your forceful soliloquy
You disclosed the truth that
All living things dies
For the same frail error
Which is also yours
If in your love making you appear
Caught in the intrinsic urge
That you have long cherished
the unmodified joy of a principle that must be proved
the functioning of stereotyped forms that could be tested
flesh taken perforated eaten swallowed down and digested
odorous skin to be smelled and sensed with eyes closed
as in a dream or in day fantasies of telepathic gestures
for the behavioural patterns of your coming and going
your cries your famine your toy given for a moment of ecstasy
if the sleeping and the eating
the working and the mating
are ahead of your time
in postulating your conviction
do not be frightened
to kiss your sister’s lips
as though were mine.
Erminia Passannanti, July 2001
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