Poems and prose/Gedichten en literair proza By/Van


Chamois the purse
bagging your balls
Chamois the trove

You jumped from the sill
a breeze at daybreak
you jumped from my garden

Your flame purified the warden
with you shone the prison
you purified shame

At the crossroads I looked
for the richest jewel
at the capital crossroad

You the dark heart of sun
needed no armour
on the beach none darker

Long before prudence met you
you exploded into orbit
you orbited before prudence

At the breeze of daybreak
on the sheet lingered
your imprint a moment