lumière étincelantes
(sparkling light)
What do you remember on Earth?
Shiny spots of spilt light scattered,
glossing the dark ground, covering gloom.
Sparkling specks seen from the clouds above,
We are hanging on the drip
Gaze stretching out over the wings,
Suspended within tiny droplets
As the Nighttime approaches and falls to us.
How do you live now? How do you begin?
Quiet thunderstorm, silent lightning dance,
I sing the body electric.
Encircling, enclosing,
Enrapturing, enchanting,
Erupting, exploding.
With the sex of an alga and old-fashioned candles
My wife with the sex of a mirror
My wife with eyes full of tears
With eyes that are purple armour and a magnetized needle
With eyes of savannahs
With eyes full of water to drink in prisons
My wife with eyes that are forests forever under the axe
My wife with eyes that are the equal of water and air and earth and fire
- ‘Free Union’, by André Breton.
poem
I dip my toes into the inky blue pool
that glistens before me.
Sinking into its shadowy depths,
I become lost in a vision.
My eyes open beneath this
chemically balanced body,
Mermaid hair falls billowing
in a plume around my neck.
My feet transform into fins as I dive through the nebulous abyss.
Light dances on the water,
And I emerge through the surface
Of this portal to paradise
As it seals forever behind me.
