A good table, overflowing with delicacies
and imagination, fermented grape juice,
veiled words and gestures.
Two kisses on the cheek, warm and deviated
as promises of more intimacy, and longing
darker. Three
repeated verses, profanity and assonants,
hammers hitting
inviolable borders of sanity granted.
Four coins to give to the winds like seeds of prosperity
granted,
a metaphor for love.
moments to fill five senses, plus one
:
the intellectual moment of rewriting. Six
furtive glances, ashen
irrepressible desire that promise
best at midnight. Seven days
eternal loop of hope,
a terrible agony repeated
just bothered by life and death. Eight
breath of happiness, inspirations
price of gold and smoke
that fade into the stale air. Nine
temptations of the dark adopted daughters
perversion of thought.
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