Woman of love
Cemetery of kisses
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
Passionate calligraphy
On this page—petrified letters
Someone
Touches my thoughts
Searches the garbage
Sudden heap of dust
At the feet of the light
The end drifts off
The beginning vanishes
The beginning drifts off
The end vanishes
Whores at dawn
(The enormous mirror—thaws the solitary drinkers …)
High tension wires
Tattooed by passion
The picture empty
The picture full
On a piece of canvas
Plural unique another
Woman of love Cemetery of kisses Tonight I can write the saddest lines Passionate calligraphy On this page—petrified letters Someone Touches my thoughts Searches the garbage Sudden heap of dust At the feet of the light The end drifts off The beginning vanishes The beginning drifts off The end vanishes
Whores at dawn (The enormous mirror—thaws the solitary drinkers …) High tension wires Tattooed by passion The picture empty The picture full On a piece of canvas Plural unique another
[paraphrased poetry]