The River of Gold
You are the deep green palm
under which I dream of garlands of roses,
of dew on bamboo leaves
and of fragrances which will not fail to be reborn
in the coming spring,
together with the songs
and dances of girls
with black hair
strewn with tiny pearls
white as grains of rice
as white as their teeth that dazzle
like midday suns
and the full moons of Mars.
Yes, you are this tree of lust
from which rises towards the heaven of Shiva and Parvati
a river made golden by flower pollen
and which carries in its impetuous course
the vows of enraptured women
and the desires of their lovers!
And itís in this river
that I caught the royal trout
of your round thighs,
the goldfish of your magical buttocks
and your fine heart
loved by a poet both lyric
And your river of gold throws itself
into the silver sea
of my vast embrace
and your cries of love
dissolve in my words of tenderness!
FROM THE COLLECTION OF POEMS "LE CHATEAU DES DESIRS"
PUBLISHED BY ENCRES VIVES. COLL. LIEU. SEPTEMBER 2009