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Episode 4: ep. 4 - a poetry reading from Maresciàra - C, the letter
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c.
forehead to forehead
laying down
in a circuit of bonded flesh
not thinking about us,
to something else,
someone else’s breasts,
someone else’s genitals
eyes turn to anemone
in a macabre wind
-no other way-
locked in a room like a rose
in a glass bell/
your veins are
wisteria glass
green-blue
rivers to press
occasionally
temple to forehead, forehead to temple
I detach from myself,
not moving any muscle,
and you pick me up
from eyes and phallus
like it comes you natural
stopping the sandy liquid myself
between fingers
while inside you
a microscopic version of myself
is sleeping
on your eyes fundus,
under the changing shadow
of your astonished iris
-expanding and contracting-
picking me up if I fall from me,
pulling me down if I take off
____________________________
your wept
like a stupid animal
I’ll sleep tonight
in your blood
on your blood
I’ll sleep
-I’m more similar than you-
like a silly animal
I’ll think about you tonight,
looking like a thin hound
curling up
under fresh stars -June or not ones-
I’ll think about your compelled lips
about your dark almond eyes,
about your skin
that is an entire land
-I am less moral than you-
only have your blood tonight,
drying out too soon,
and in that concept I’d drown
on those dark stains on white canvas
-the night of the wept, the night it was-
I’ll sleep
since summer coming
wears out
__________________
thank you, sincerely
giovanni s.
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