20 July 2012

After the zenith

How sweet
your wide-eyed smile,
your blonde cascade,
your bright flesh bathed in the sea!

How much beauty
stuffed in your little finger,
how elegant your warm scent
wrapped in a white, silk sheet!

There's no one like you.
None as soft, none as simple
as your sweet laughter.

Your dark twin
took you at night among monster to her
world.
(Everything yields to its opposite.)

They made you suffer for your comedy,
the astronomical stakes of your perfected play.
The city singed your deracinated nerves
at 5am unsoothed.

After the zenith you fell
in the cooling summer
into the desolate earth

leaving your smile
in the tender celluloid of the sky
glittering in the hour before dawn.

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