P4

Lament around The Walls

This raucous plea cracks
between my soul and ribs,
Lucifer’s mirth has suddenly ceased:
I stop dancing my game by the mercy of your toe, woman.

I’d seen my face on that wall, dear,
printed with long string of blood
and the thickness of darkness of hope:
I’m willing to kneel here
to wait that heart of yours
can feel.

Once these feet conquered those paths
this head crushed the wall with its anger:
the lament keeps on hangin’ near these
bleeding ears.
But I decided to wait silently
in the long route your delicate fingers of heart
have created.

And I feel I can lose no more.
Everything has been given, dear.

Salemba, April 18, 2006