Gold

Gold is to your skin
what your heart
is to your breast,
what the Sun is
to the Pantheon in Rome
and what Great Men are
to the Pantheon in Paris
or what Soufflot is
to the Montagne Sainte-Geneviθve
and what the Tower of Babel is
to the human race!


It's
the whole life of your lust
and the whole lust
of your life!


It's
the light in your blood
and the blood of your inner light!


It's
the bridge of your joy
and the chain that guards your port!


It's
the clasp at your throat
and the padlock on the jewel box
of your beauty!


It's
the Sun of your brow
and the umbilical
centre of the Universe!


Gold
will put into your generous behind
the finger of the ultramarine sky
lit by the ocean
marbled into infinity!


It caresses
your silver waist
with all the caresses
a god could imagine!


It kisses your pubis
with the passionate cold
kiss of a metal
that can reinvent a Woman!


It enters you
on a bed of gilded bronze
watched by
those who have passed on,
those who are still here
and those still to be born
in the nearest
and most distant
Future!


And it brings you
Love
that kills to
regenerate itself
just as the matador in the bullring
generates Victory
that is always resurrected
in generation after generation!


For the Gold on your body
is an adornment
as necessary and well-ordered
as the cosmos,
and in the firmament
the triumphal light
of the stars
like jewels
decorating these majestic plastic curves
where your Lover
drinks like a madman
the waters of immortality
and the elixir of youth!


For through the lines of your body
a dark Goddess
tries to make herself known,
glorified by each and every
one of us
because our lives
are uplifted towards her
as if back to our most distant
Origin,
the same
discovered by Alexander
when he built
Alexandria the Ultimate City,
the same
that Vasco de Gama discovered
when he found
the route to the Indies!

FROM THE COLLECTION OF POEMS "PROMESSE D’AMANDE"

PUBLISHED BY
EDITIONS ENCRES VIVES.
FRANCE- JANUARY 2003