RELIGIOUS INTOXICATION
OF LARGE CITIES
By : Joyce MANSOUR
(Prologue)
You don’t know my night-face
My eyes like space-crazed horses
My mouth gaudy with unknown blood
My skin
My sign-post fingers pearly with pleasure
Will guide your eyelashes toward my ears my shoulder-blades
Towards the open country of my flesh
The steps of my ribs shrink in at the thought
That your voice could fill my throat
That your eyes could smile
You don ’t know the paleness of my shoulders
The night
When the hallucinatory fires of nightmares
protest the silence
And that the soft walls of reality hug themselves in
You don’t know that the perfumes of my days
die on my tongue
When the wicked come with floating knives
When alone remains my haughty love
When I plunge into the mud of night
