Twin haikus
I chew the brightness of pain with pleasure.
My body is full of you now.
Mastico la luminosidad del dolor con placer.
Ahora mi cuerpo está lleno de ti.
Tenderness has died.
Two fierce young bodies,
“Stirring memory and desire” (T. S. Eliot).
La ternura ha muerto.
Dos cuerpos jóvenes y feroces,
“Removiendo el recuerdo y el deseo”
I don't like what I often refer to as "intimate poetry". Poetry as an overflow of powerful feeling not recollected, but thrown on the page there and then. This is my feeling, look!. Teenage poetry that breaks the sacred "show, don't tell" rule.
That is the manifesto of the day. ¡Plus plis plas, mañana más!
My body is full of you now.
Mastico la luminosidad del dolor con placer.
Ahora mi cuerpo está lleno de ti.
Tenderness has died.
Two fierce young bodies,
“Stirring memory and desire” (T. S. Eliot).
La ternura ha muerto.
Dos cuerpos jóvenes y feroces,
“Removiendo el recuerdo y el deseo”
I don't like what I often refer to as "intimate poetry". Poetry as an overflow of powerful feeling not recollected, but thrown on the page there and then. This is my feeling, look!. Teenage poetry that breaks the sacred "show, don't tell" rule.
That is the manifesto of the day. ¡Plus plis plas, mañana más!