NEW ::: POETRY Apr. 2015 | Page 13

The sakura branch is A blade for the eyes’ scope, And a scabbard for sleep. he blossom of Sakura Drinking vase’s hope, Enslaved to time’s chaos. Pouring color for the deep, A slave of beauty, Of a single blink. Love of insane samurai. Amongst varlets and apostates, Amongst the whispering steps Of effigies… If I hear a noise from the shades, Just one noise I will breathe vengeance, yes, I’ll breathe, Inhaling fury as I would the dust From the flower’s tomb. I will clasp your sharp and scarlet waist So sharpened by the night, by doom. It is finer than does And sweeter than red wine! A fountain of vain hopes Glimpsed in kimono’s white lines! Katana will swoop upwards, Unseaming your clothes: A pendulum of the cares of pain! It will let me - swiftly, quietly Kill all of the mares again! And in the tightened air Amongst white drops of fear, It will draw nameless signs As a passion’s symbol Falling into a peal. It will pierce the flesh of foes And turn it into shade. It will flow down on the echo, struck from glass... Having forgiven a foe For an empty eyelash’s pass, I’ll undertake The duty of my life. In a chime of glaze, old tales and steel, I will fling you Just for a feel of the widows, veil and haze! Ahead…backwards… part part Through the density Of trembling clays And empty garbs. If one will think of you With feelings on the scarps Or the theft of a shade Of our wedding tress Or only touch Of your soft tender dress I will slay him... To the shivering of the dead… I know someday the fate, On the hot red and Warlike bed, Will break our pair, Steel will stop still And shred the shade, Still naked, silken…cleft in twain, So powerless for a taste of despair And for the frozen ruin – The dark delubrum of the insane And cataleptic fingers! And then at the melting dawn Ambers of blindness lingers I’ll feel a rustling Of the crumpled papers of the fall Being held inside this stifling hall. I’ll cleanse you with the silk More fondly than the rains. Because you pass with me All grief, all these sense driven planes! All for the sacred act… In it you will permeate My belly, on the sun, All rising for the bold… And you will tightly hold To entangle with my breath, A defence of my honor, Varnishing all my crimes. For just one blink, All pains return to slimes, Inspiring waft Of shinier morn, I will be thought I'm innocent reborn and so beloved...