JANA'S PURENESS
Di Eyesbomb
(eyesbomb@libero.it)

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Creased sigh onwards image
solitude onwards the bliss
of present beauty, immanent, distant

Lifeblood concupiscent
at your sketchy semblances
lowers its eyes
and imbecile tries to forget
this kind of Diva, but
divinity is memento

et your sublimity, Jana
ardour so close at hand to me

It is my cobweb
so strong, fragile and sadly distant (us)
it’s my desire
in your uncertainty
most intense signal I can burst out
for your toddler shrilling eel curiosity

you being a wife
is like a knife.. .
your flesh alive,
could be whole life
I never knew
the purity and luxury of your
pale purple colours and swedish spires
What I want from you is accept this kiss
What I am, I pretend, is what you’ll miss
What I count in you are the fragments
of my pale blue eyes, lost in
coveting something never real seen
sconvolti, scontenti my beloved somehow oblivion

What I find in you is what I never knew
And I won’t ever, even know

you