~ AMOUR GITAN
Gypsy, let me lift your skirt
and have a look at you.
Open in my ancient fingers
the blue rose of your womb.
Picaresque woman
Let the virile wind pursue you
with his breathing and burning sword
while the beats of my heart
skip with every kiss.
The sea darkens and roars,
while the olive trees turn pale.
The flutes of night sound,
and a muted sigh of the snow
whispers your breath.
Gypsy, run, my love!
Or the green wind will catch you!
Gypsy, run, my love!
And look how fast he comes:
A satyr of lowborn stars
with their glistening tongues.
Gypsy, run, my love!
And my arms will possess you
with an ethereal mantle of passion
when the solitary rose of your mouth
will sedate the worm of my despair.
posted by daubmir at 16:01
Your Self & Yourself
Have the courage to touch
Your life:
It'll be a first time
For you
And you'll never know
What hit you.
Everything
Man has thought,
Felt and experienced
Is gone
And
Nothing
Is put in its place.
You don't want to be free from fear
All that you want to do
Is
Play games with it
And talk about
Freeing Your Self
From fear.
Your constant utilization
Of thought
To give continuity to
Your separate Self
Is
YOU:
There is nothing there
Inside you
Other than YOU.
When you stop
Moving toward becoming
Something
Other than what you are
Then you are not in conflict
With yourself.
- daubmir
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