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Δε σταματάς
να με
σφαγιάζεις,
όσο
τον έρωτά μου
ζωγραφίζω.
Πότισε
με αίμα
ο καμβάς
και τα πινέλα μου
βάφουν πλέον μόνο
κόκκινο,
εκείνο του βύσσινου,
στυφό, βαθύ και σκοτεινό.
Δεν είσαι εδώ
κι όμως
μπορείς ακόμα,
γονατιστός μπροστά μου
και λαίμαργος,
να θηλάζεις
το γάλα της αθανασίας,
που ρέει ποτάμι
απ' το κρουστό,
τσιτωμένο
βυζί μου-
αιώνια λεχώνα-
μόνο που πια
και τούτο
είναι
κόκκινο
κι εσύ
με δαγκάνεις να πονώ
ανελέητα.
Μη κλαις
παράφωνα,
κρυμμένος
στο σκοτάδι.
Ξέρω ότι
ψέματα μου είπες.
Ξέρω, γιατί
ψέματα μου είπες.
Είσαι ο θύτης,
γεννήθηκα θήραμα
για να σε θρέφω.
Πάντα θα σε θρέφω...
You do not stop
slaughtering me,
as long as
I draw the painting
of my love.
The canvas
is moistened
by blood
and my brushes
paint now only
in red,
this red of cherry ,
so tart, deep and dark.
You're not here
But still
being knelt in front of me
and gluttonous,
you are sucking
the milk of immortality,
flowing like a river
from my full,
tense
breasts-
I'm an eternal new mother-
though this milk
is also
flowing
red
and you
bite to hurt me
mercilessly.
Do not weep
dissonant,
hidden
in the dark.
I know that
you told me Lies.
I know, the reason
you told me Lies.
You're the perpetrator,
I'm born to be the prey
which nourishes you.
I will always nourish you...
(cc)
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You do not stop
slaughtering me,
as long as
I draw the painting
of my love.
The canvas
is moistened
by blood
and my brushes
paint now only
in red,
this red of cherry ,
so tart, deep and dark.
You're not here
But still
being knelt in front of me
and gluttonous,
you are sucking
the milk of immortality,
flowing like a river
from my full,
tense
breasts-
I'm an eternal new mother-
though this milk
is also
flowing
red
and you
bite to hurt me
mercilessly.
Do not weep
dissonant,
hidden
in the dark.
I know that
you told me Lies.
I know, the reason
you told me Lies.
You're the perpetrator,
I'm born to be the prey
which nourishes you.
I will always nourish you...
(cc)
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Το ποίημα και η φωτογραφία είναι από το blog της Χρύσας Βελησσαρίου "Απολέσθην".
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