Two Poems | Mazarine Treyz

Winslow Homer, Indian Village, Wikimdia Commons

Light sensations

To put among the stars

A constellation

Reaching out

A chartreuse wave runs

Eagerly touching

The mountains on Jupiter

It houses itself

In a dormant stage

These little balls blown hither and thither

Bursting their coats

Naked again

A flower spreading its petals

Lipping outward rippled edges

Dramaturgy in small things

A skirt throwing itself

Into a dance

Around and around

Spinning and looking

Who will I thrust myself into next

To play with the patterns of existence and

Arrange them in new and original ways

So you induce the dark to emit

So many gleaming nuances

In a purple sky, in green lightning flashes

You show the aching pulse of each passing moment

I notice your simplicity

And your activity

In the service of images that fill you

They lead you mysteriously onward

And somehow I am discovering you-

With the point of my pen

Certainly Not

I am certainly not thinking of

The luxuries of your table

The sausages, cheeses, olives

Lamb, chicken skewers, salad or anything so delicious

Nor am I thinking of the beehive inside my dress-

Living in perpetual fluctuation, excitation and tension

At a high temperature, with an animating self-heat

Closely packed, vibrating incessantly

Putting into luminous form

What the multitude inarticulately feels-

Jostling inside: conflicting impulses to get

An intimacy and spiritual nearness- or run away

A heroic passion or fantastical daring-causes us to

Approach but then reject

the couch

For sensual gratification elsewhere

Certainly not remembering

Your excited eyes and smile-from time to time

Anarchy from above

So far we have hardly mentioned your body- This was intentional for

You are a world unto yourself

That we must explore slowly!

Then your tongue between my thighs

My arms outstretched, back arched, crying out

Is it a fact, or is it a problem?

Does it slide between being one and being another?

Rashly I fall on you, and the inexhaustible

Foaming joy of your body, overripe and sensual

Breaks apart under my fingers