tal vez voy a decir que no podía mentir
a night so cold under slim sheets of stars
one thinks of bulbs that might have been buried
the hot yellows and reds of parrot tulips in spring
él con palabras tan peligrosas
con los ojos tan caliente
you fall backwards unable to speak, breathing
into the spaces between the words
never seen anything like that, before, never
wanted to roll into white, obliterated by the light’s
calm flash never wanted to lie down and sob
el que sabe cómo borrar el mundo
if in the curled space of an arm
the moment’s rest of head on chest so long ago you can’t remember
everything already gone humming
into the honeyed hive
pacing back and forth, pacing
reversal of the star’s new language
freshly cut and cleaved, dancing
orbit defined, danced Pleiadian time
falling back into apple blossoms
falling back before the fall
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VALENTINE BONNAIRE - WRITER 