Forget
Forget the arithmetics of eyelids and
open your palms to release a river bed
on your body, the brooks.
To the springs I’ll bring the ocean, like
Sisyphus.
You don’t believe. You know
everything about each
drop slipping through your breasts.
You don’t believe
in the grain dew gathering your streams.
But forget the arithmetics of eyelids and
forgive Sisyphus
when is looking for
your eyes, Godwoman!
Tomorrow you will lower yourself
to reach your peak and
will split over us
the unhindered play of the world.
Copyright © Christi Monte | Year Posted 2011
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