MARBLE

she was lying on her side like a breathing marble fetus,
the moonlight playing over her forms;
she came to herself in her chiseled long hair.

I counted the intervertebral spaces in her strained back;
her skin foresaw me like a polished wall mirror,
my smile, mystified and stolen, drifted between
her thin ribs: an endless series

of big eyes and grimaces tugged from my face.
I unzipped her flesh, twisted her lungs and
unbuttoned her outer heart, veins and arteries,
like dense lianas and cobwebs, oppressing heat.

in her muscles stroke a fever, a fleshy pumping
entity of unknown bacilli, in which my whole arm
became warm and moist, I reached, palpated nervously

every inside. she, her head backwards, suddenly looked
at me, with her blackened eyes, her neck snapped and
her throat, her esophagus overtensioned like an iron cable.

her suffocating for breath sounded like the beating
of her growing and swelling heart, until the entire
room turned red, crimped and expanded in order.

her elastic dragon neck stretching, her teeth biting
in my throat, surrounding me with cracking and
protracting, limbs on the loose. the wind outside
cuts. the razor sharp snapping of fibres,

the smothered cracks are unbearable, slimes,
fluiding, flesh and the neverending rhythmical
sucking, everything is a ripped scream.
she escapes me like blood and pus between my fingers.

somewhere else she retakes her multiplied forms,
fixes her lines and moves when I look at her – her blood
on my hands, pulsating, sticks under my skin;

in her marble image I cannot recognize myself anymore;
it is overgrown with exotic plants, smirched
by strange rituals, seaweed and foam from oceans
where I never came, it smells burned and fits in

the urn, that silently ticks like a watch,
when a sensitive ear pushes itself against the earthenware.
does your heart already beat like hers,
has the dust reached the tympanic membrane?

are you frenetically gripping the arm rest of the reclining chair?
put two fingers like teeth in your neck and count every beat
that you lose. how does this tender disappearing taste?