The Twelve Kisses of *saturn - Part 2
* (Saturn is esoterically associated with the twelfth month of December)
… when you are away
and I need you,
I look into the depths of the nearest flower,
even if it’s a dandelion, then
lie down beside it like a lamb,
a reborn lion satiated – and subdued
by your perfume, reveling in sweat of the conquest…
* * *
… our journey is swaying
through foreign moments, yet
familiar and near and darkly
shimmering,
perhaps burnished
by nector crushed from ebony pearls,
olive juice splashing
our astonished ogling of the nascent moon,
swaying under its hidden riddle and
tumbling into our abyss
of its soft-smoldering glow – simmering
rhythm of pearl-ebony…
* * *
… cities, those faceless monoliths, are cancers,
love an acid-sweet erosion stripping
bare the maze of our sinews
sobbing with resplendent excruciation, racked
across the bosom of pavement, concrete, glass and steel,
the blackened gems of our streets
fleeing ecstatic through our marrow
to blazing ghettos of the noon-high sun
gluttonously
hungry to be warmed – and
quenched, endlessly fed…
Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-Vonglashaus | Year Posted 2010
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