Love Verb’s Smooth Horizon  (ellipse 96)
Oana Avasilichioaei

1.
an urban image from the eighties
when we frequented Chez Madame Arthur
and at the back of the bar 
women wrapped their arms 
around nights of ink and dawn

2.
calendar of murmurs
vague caresses concerning the planet and its water
words might get confused
but we had open doors
confetti in the darkness
gentle ways
to vanish in a corner with her
putting her tongue in my mouth

3.
focus your mind on yes, on the woman’s
eyelids 
caress neither silence nor speech 
focus on something beyond. Hold on to me