What you’re made of

One I kept in my drafts for years and of which I totally forgot about. Reading it now, it doesn’t seem that bad actually:

Gold and copper

in a midwinter’s night

You’re fucking glowing

You’re each and every art gallery in this world

You’re the cold northern wind what destroys my lips

my footsteps on ice

You’re the blocks of ice floating on Neva in December,

You’re the violet dusk

that seems to only be seen in Warsaw

and only in your presence.

You’re made of fireworks

and of cigarettes smoke

You’re made of love

but all too fleeting

Fără aer

Мы разбегаемся по делам,
Земля разбивается пополам.

Вздох сожаления на губах,
Зависли в неправильных городах.
Звонки телефонные под луной,
Границы условные, я с тобой.

Сотри меня, смотри в меня, останься,
Прости меня за слабость
И за то, что я так странно
И отчаянно люблю.

no sky

There is no sky

nothing to look at anymore

nothing to remind me of what we are.

And it’s been so long.

 

 

the warm perfumed air

when it was you, you only

my dear

between me and the stars.

 

 

Fool

Boy, bring summer back to me

and make sure your stellar eyes are on the list.

 

 

I’m flyin’
I’m flyin’ high like a bird
But my fluttering wings can’t keep you from pullin’ me down
Your mama
Your mama says I’m a fool
And yeah, maybe that’s true ’cause I can’t stop thinkin’ ’bout you

I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’ not to forget my words
‘Cause when I’m around you, I tend to keep changin’ my mind
I promise
I promise myself not to slip back into old habit
‘Cause heartbreak is savvy and love is a bitch

 

Nowhere to be

I have been dreaming

every night

since I last saw you.

Los pájaros nocturnos picotean las primeras estrellas
que centellean como mi alma cuando te amo.

Pablo Neruda

I miss you

Right before vanishing you said

your heart was iced.

Couldn’t tell you mine was

flaming hot.

Can’t tell you now

I chased your last imprints

in the light as in the shadow

rampling in my room

and on the corridors.

So much that I could see

a ghostly figure

that appeared like you,

that would bring to mind

your footsteps.

I swear

I could hear them

hear you

approaching.

So much that I could black into the likeness of your tender green

Lush.

I gave a shot

to catch a glimpse

but the alcohol dashes

simply cannot

become

turn into

your lips

or your touch.

All this time I tried to associate your eyes

with

anything-desperately.

and when you’d be gone

I’d seek that exact same shade

to stare into

until

That was what I planned.

Now

I can’t breathe

into the shimmer of

phantasms

Wide-eyed.

 

Yearn, dream and typhlosis

it was this copper light drizzle

sinking in our pupils

(suffocating in each others’)

turning everything into

yearn, dream and typhlosis.

ah I could have begged

I could have crawled

and ripped my senses

(purpose, reason and despair)

and howl to this atrocious god.

he still wouldn’t even look at

still wouldn’t even mutter

about all this yearn, dream and typhlosis.

dive

(iii)

& first sunlight.

Snow continues.

I could never close my eyes to light.

But there was no light

& you looked like night.

(viii)

Our arms laced together,

pointing together

over wind-tossed grasses.

Us: waist deep in night blue.

Nate Pritts

La lune

J’aurais aimé t’aimer
Comme on aime le soleil
Te dire que le monde est beau
Et que c’est beau d’aimer
J’aurais aimé t’écrire
Le plus beau des poèmes
Et construire un empire
Juste pour ton sourire
Devenir le soleil
Pour sécher tes sanglots
Et faire battre le ciel
Pour un futur plus beau

bend

i thought you could see past my skin

and guess my raspberry bones

i thought you could see all the diamonds

but never stared at anything else but at worms