Anno?
I know I posted one of Anno Birkin's poems before, but I really like this one. He was so young, but his writing reminds me of poets from late 1800's early 1900's. Amazing in my eyes.
Black Water
Opened up ... descending my love,
down toward black water beaches,
where oceans wait to take us in their deep;
where currents wait to swallow and release us,
where eddies wait to still us to our sleep.
Open wound ... gets infected and inflamed,
and every day I ever wanted water,
I never failed to find it in your mouth.
You walk my dreams! My lady has no faults,
she kills, she kisses, halts and laughs,
and with that lazy smile
she glides
past the mirror
through their dreary eyes,
and I'm heavy with her light.
Once entrusted, now rusted from my tears,
I'm sorry if your vein now aches with regret ...
because I could love this mess you make of me,
and quickly scramble to my feet and lead
my army to defeat in hopeless battle ...
And I'll be on my mettle in the foreground,
bold - atop a metal horse in flames.
Summer, 1999
http://anno.co.uk/ <<< go here, I dunno how to make links.
Black Water
Opened up ... descending my love,
down toward black water beaches,
where oceans wait to take us in their deep;
where currents wait to swallow and release us,
where eddies wait to still us to our sleep.
Open wound ... gets infected and inflamed,
and every day I ever wanted water,
I never failed to find it in your mouth.
You walk my dreams! My lady has no faults,
she kills, she kisses, halts and laughs,
and with that lazy smile
she glides
past the mirror
through their dreary eyes,
and I'm heavy with her light.
Once entrusted, now rusted from my tears,
I'm sorry if your vein now aches with regret ...
because I could love this mess you make of me,
and quickly scramble to my feet and lead
my army to defeat in hopeless battle ...
And I'll be on my mettle in the foreground,
bold - atop a metal horse in flames.
Summer, 1999
http://anno.co.uk/ <<< go here, I dunno how to make links.