Baudelaire’s
resting
place
by Roberto Lavidez
at the hour
when the
chaste stars
close their
eyes
the grave
will whisper
to you
in those
enormous
nights
where your
floating
dreams
are full of
hummingbirds
overbrimming
with dark and
melancholy
pleasures
torrential rain
opaque sky
making a
scene of
gloom
insatiably
hungering for
whatever is
obscure and
uncertain
without
the least
understanding
of eternal
designs
what charm
there is in
nothingness
dressed
to kill
man endures
the fear of
mystery
wherever
he is
in what potion
in what wine
in what brew?
you earn
forgiveness
through
eternal
martyrdom
for everything
cracks
yes
even love
and beauty
reducing
to ashes
all the fire
that once
flamed
for us
when the
setting sun
bloodens
the sky
with scarlet
wounds
like some
cook with
morbid
tastes
I boil and
eat my
own heart
exchanging
many
a nudge
and many
a wink
all chaos
swirled into
intelligence
evoking
happy
moments
like
opening
flowers
into the
azure sky
©robertolavidez2014
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