XIV - Frank Martinus Arion

Same way a melody can enter a man, rips into him

Sending him to shimmy and dance on his feet,

Pushing him to lose his balance and his good name,

making smoke come smoldering off his marching body—

Your lips have done the same to me.

Almost dead now from smoke and dancing, I need a guitar for me to play

Rip this motherfucker from where it stood in my soul

Before it turns me into a crazy lizard

Or fires me to pop open yet another fuming bottle.

Well, all that noise is nowhere to be found on your lips, unnecessary—

A red flower, whichever way I turn it is looking at me and finds me

Its image, reflected here, blooms and bosoms down low into my soul—

It opens and shuts in front of me, calls

Tells me things, but I can't hear well from afar

While I am wanting, heaving for kisses

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Frank Martinus Arion (1936 - 2015) Curaçao

Translated by Arturo Desimone

Source: SX Salon