«Only love conquers death» / Gocho Versolari, poet


The spikes of the afternoon
they were sharp:
laughing daggers that once
they fattened on the neck of the suicide man,
in the meanders
from the mind of the madman;
in the old man’s beards.
in your transparent robe
Now take the spikes of the afternoon
and still smiling
bring them closer to your neck.
Only love overcomes death
you say while a drop of blood
as light as marigolds from the sun,
it is wiped on the superficial skin.
Only love overcomes death
you repeat and then
I take away the cosmic weapon
and you moan in fear as you throw yourself
on the wet sand of time.
You don’t resist when I undress you
while I looking at your narrowed eyes
loaded with twilights and snails
that will explode at the caresses
animals and soft
dissonants and blue.
Sex will stain the trees
and we will see each other love each other:
transparent ethereal giants
at the entrances of the sunset.
The death
will escape to the ends
and there he will find refuge
and will continue to watch us.
I panting
you fall asleep in my arms
and I raise barriers
soft like your skin
and your silences.




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