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Best Poems Written by Christi Monte

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Going To Argos

40 minutes ago I wanted to send you an sms

thinking of you while I was drinking my cofee

at the terraces that you love them at night

but I didnt write because of the overly large sunshades

and of the empty place from me

which could never be taken


now I write an sms that I will not send

because it is impossible to let myself to be seen

me who I look like a broken bench next to any empty place

at the terraces that you love them at night

with the lamps big as the story of Andromeda

but with the sunshades overly large


only now I send you an sms in which I have written nothing.

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Erotica Or Love From the World's End - Hemispheres

I left barefoot
to reach you.
So far, of stones,
Barefoot,
just to reach you
before  sunrise.

Walls loaded of mildew, 
Turgid back coat, I can’t underpin myself,
not even to touch them
Is easy, I’ll build a house,
sometime from fir wood.

You are sleeping so far away!
You wouldn’t see when barefoot I shall swarm 
Trough  pinnacle, barefoot
on the endless column
to hit your ground, before sunrise.

I have in left hand the candle, in the right the cigar.
Is frost  and dark,
Again this  old wiring of hundred years gave in.
The cofee is cold-
I smoke and drink between two hemispheres:

flame and ash.

If you have  felt scent of fir wood and smell of tabacco
If you saw the light and traces of soles
you are so far… 

tell me tommorow if I won to you
before sunrise!

If I won, it means you saw my eyes wichever are never seen.

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I'Ll Write You With Me

I’ll write you with me

This love is not for paper and ink
Lakshmi
I’ll take off your clothes
to write myself in thousands of touches on you
on your breasts and between ur warm thighs
this hot love
I’ll write it with me
the silence will shed tears
from whispers of unspoken words
this love is not for paper and ink
it passes the thrill through your moist womb
through the rain of fire
it writes itself flying with us
otherwise how would the sky know about our love
Lakshmi
how would the sky read about our love…

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Eyelids

Hovering in blue.
I heard from deepness beatings of your eyes.
Halcyons, waves and the eyelids
smashing me of the steep shore.


Hovering in green
From mountains I heard the rustle of your eyes.
The firs, the grass and eyelids
dancing over the world's dark circles

Hovering in grey.
Holding my heart with tree fingers on a rock
and I heard the blinking of your eyes
as well as my throb between
sky and earth.

I dont know if I steped away into blue,
neither if I crushed by green.

My sole of foot was grey

like stone
and wind
and life

and your eyes
when are not blues or green.

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You'Re Not Alone

Sunday

 

I have to caress you in the morning

 

today God is resting

 

and you are too fragile to leave you out cold

 

 

put your cheek on my chest until

 

Monday

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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.