The Soulmate vicinity

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The Soulmate vicinity
 
I don’t want us to be something known,
something captured and clipped
to remind the blindfolded beauty
of rustic landscapes
of bedrooms and hotel door numerology;
let us instead be
the quota of French-kissed clouds,
the inhaling and exhaling
of breaths, mingled,
a vacuumed scream
sung like a hymn to the throat
without a reason why.

I don’t want us to be something told,
a used train ticket in a suitcase
watching the Alpha and Omega fall apart,
everything and nothing de-fragmented
as means and alleyways of affection
while the ourborous lusts for itself;
I want us to be the lines instead
traveling perpetually through the dot,
an infinity enjoying its own yearning
to be complete,
undivided to scabs and breadcrumbs
and without the necessity to fear
and honor the body
as the only timekeeper
of our passion.

Let us not dress up as
Eros and Thanatos
and narrow down
the spectrum of love
into a burning affliction
of a single tango
danced out like a lament
before the ticking clock,
instead let us take
our thousand deaths
and thousand rebirths
and make them meaningless
before the unity of our two souls,
that never needs to aspire
to becoming
anything better.

I don’t want us to be something old,
no.
I don’t want us to be the zeal
drowning in an expiration date,
like a carton of milk
or the enticing aerobatics
of the insect in the cobwebs
as the last trace of a pulse;
We are the silence of the caress
in the secrecy of transcended pain,
the esoteric wavelength of the astral flesh
and words bled for the continuum
and I want us to Be.

~*~*~*~*~

Blizina Srodne dushe

Ne zelim da budemo neshto poznato,
neshto ulovljeno i potkresano
da podseti lepotu povezanih ochiju
na rustichne pejzaze
spavacih soba i numerologiju hotelskih vrata;
hajde da umesto toga budemo
kvota oblaka francuski poljubljenih,
udisanje i izdisanje
daha, pomeshanog,
vakumirani vrisak
otpevan kao himna grlu
bez da zna zashto.

Ne zelim da budemo neshto izrecheno,
iskorishcena vozna karta u koferu
koja posmatra raspad Alfe i Omege,
sve i nishta defragmentisano
u sredstva i ulichice privrzenosti
dok orboros zudi za samim sobom;
Zelim da umesto toga budemo linije
koje vechito putju kroz tachku,
beskraj koji uziva u sopstvenoj ceznji
da bude potpun,
nepodeljen na kraste i mrvice hleba
u bez potrebe da strahuje
i odaje chast telu
kao jedinom vremenskom merilu
nashe strasti.

Ne oblachimo se kao
Eros i Tanatos
i ne suzavajmo
spektar ljubavi
u gorucu aflikciju
jednog tanga
otplesanog kao da je lament
pred satom koji otkucava;
umesto toga uzmimo
nashish hiljadu smrti
i hiljadu novih rodjenja
i uchinimo ih beznachajnim
pred celinom nashe dve dushe,
koja nikada ne mora da stremi
da postane
ishta bolje.

Ne zelim da budemo neshto staro,
ne.
Ne zelim da budemo zar
koji se davi u datumu isteka,
kao karton mleka
ili mamljive akrobacije
insekta u pauchini
kao poslednji znak pulsa;
mi smo tishina dodira
u tajnosti prevazidjenog bola,
ezoterichna talasna duzina astralnog tela
i rechi iskrvarene za kontinuum
i ja zelim da Budemo.

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~ by Oloriel on July 29, 2013.