My Mother

Irma Sperling in the Brain Chamber

Circe

The Kiss

The Black Mountain

The Silence of the Sparrows

Cordon Bleu

Poems

The Kiss

Wrapped in a timeless dimension
the lovers gleam from a golden halo
silently isolated in space
reality has no part to play
in their richly ornamented lives

a bell of gold
defines them
in ornate contrasts

the phallic man
strong rectangles
of black and gold
turns towards her
bull-like
in his desire
to kiss a universe
of love
across her canvas

the passive woman
caresses curves
of floral colour
dissolving
into
his paradoxical
abstraction
she kneels
before him
on
symbolic
meadow flowers
accepting
his
transformation

They rise out of gold to unite
in the eternity of one kiss
petrified in the non-consummation
of their love.

 

 

 


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