THE WOLVES

Then I started to get
the gist of the matter
under a dark sky
a star was twinkling
in the upper right corner
of the universe

A couple
                  (wolves)
were uniting
sitting face to face
their bodies baked red
clothes shed
arms entwined
hands invisible
tongues that were
touching
In the darkness
their eyes
and teeth were gleaming
white, and sharp-edged
they were like razor-blades
thin 
and dangerous

The night is
no blue forest
The night is
a color 
like blue
upon yellow, or maybe pink?
Is is rust-colored?
A very red red, now? 

The bodies are rosy
              but really rosy
They are also white, at times!

But their outlines:
             a trace of blue

The arms entwined
     and entangled

“Your's are mine –
     and mine are your's”
says the image of the two
     who look at each other
                  like lovers do
not filled by the blues but wild and gay
And Danton was in bed,
      with Charlotte, you say
Okay,  so what – 
     love is love, you bet
                      And Danton's dead
 
 
 
 
 

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