by Marieta Maglas
The eye opened
as a dropping hot, liquid sake
from a globe of glass
to reveal an inner, nude feeling~
totem on the retina.
Unbreakable, needed to be broken
out of sight.
In the transparency of aeons,
this sentiment is never hedonic
and means self-defense.
'Tis like tae Kwon do or like
an offbeat bluegrass.
The heart has known true love.
'Tis a disheartened scream
of an offshoot and
recalls the dream
in its Orphic Egg~
bridges,viaducts,highways, and rainbows.
Rain cannot blister life.
'Tis wet and see-through
while dropping
onto the sin core, within~
sorely, steadly, slowly, and silently.
From time to time
It falls to become
a cogency. Looks like truth
or maybe like sake.
Love can breast the chest of the Lord.
From:
France
Copyright ©:
Marieta Maglas
Last updated June 29, 2025