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Radu
Dima
I'm
from Romania, am 19-years-old and a student of philosophy. I've been writing
poetry for a few years now (both in English and Romanian), and after reading some
of the major online poetry journals I've decided to try my luck at being
published. Thus far, I have poems forthcoming in BlazeVOX and ken*again.
the
visible
heartbeat as carcrash,
as metal into motion,
starsounds etched and eyelit,
tearducts icefloed by distance
and the long time of nothing
inbetween beats.
a note struck dumb, that you
did not reach by breath or
by voice, ordained into your
blood through spiral and
slope, coughed up into bowls
like your life a poison.
coveted from stillness, see
ghostweight as trade-winds
godhand as unholdable. crows,
flight poured through their wings,
slipped into the visible.
nude
study
I
your breasts are not offerings
to marketsquare gods,
milkmarble white and tremulous,
pomegranate to breed passion,
cantaloupe to crumple grocer-scales.
II
when you spread a bare arm
across the car-roof
the sun begins to roast it
lazily.
at night I kiss your hand,
you push warm white fingers
in my mouth for me to bite off
one by one.
III
you feed yourself to me:
a master butcher,
you vigilently plot
your own decomposition:
long strips of your forearm
taste like fawn,
the tendons of your leg
like sea-foam, the thin skin
of your upper lip
salty with kisses,
your naked back fragrant
with the distant blue smell
of flight.
this is your body,
your blood,
the longest, last
supper.
IV
for thirty days you've lain
in hiding, waiting to ripen,
guarded from the sun-dried
hands of hermits, goldskin
spread carelessly across
your back, shoulders propped
into a dark you do not know.
there is a feeling that only
the eldest blossom could
speak of, but flowers just
leave behind the faded flesh
of their petals.
what hand will
pry your skin open
star, egg, circle?
V
your body has been spread so thin
you doubt its existance.
you would eat,
to gain substance,
feast on mountainrock
and lava, the ancient,
petrified flesh of forests,
drain the bluest of skies
in just one breath.
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Radu
Dima
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