Recollection. illusion. voice

Recollection. Illusion. Voice

We both know well: you have never
been here, but the music that is heard
reveals your presence, the discrete,
unique voice, recognizable one,

the voice that quivers, excites and stretches
the nostrils, is yours. That voice changes
the heartbeat: I know that you are here!
I whisper, she is here. Hold out your hand to her,

touch her: she will stay! I know that your
lovely, smooth, gentle hand is a guide
to my pen. The air I breathe in
is filled with you. The light shining

in the corners of the room is yours. I feel: you
are here, although it is obvious you are not.
I feel strange. I breathe silently,
with restraint, not to disturb you.

I watch over the charm. You are ripe, sweet
Like fruit. I take you. Wildly. I devour you.
I bite, I pulsate. I hearken:
you circle invisible, ouside reach





Шака мрака

Мастило је горко / ink is bitter

Књига промена

У дом за старе стигао је комунизам

Писма осамљеника

Глумци одлазе, сире

Бенгалска ватра глуме

Смрт је ловац самотан

Мачје, мишје и друге

Мирна кућа

Мефистов вез

С љубечитим штовањем

Вечерња благост

Тамни вилајет


Кад те заболи душа

Мали знаци неверства

Човек против себе

Хелена спава с мишицом под главом

Књига постања