December 2, 2011


la mia anima lacerata scava per voi

perhaps the laughing
hyenas Rimbaud said
would come to tear the flesh
from my senses
did come and steal
from my dreams
what I can taste of you every night
what I can see of you held tight to my dark
what I can smell of you past my decay
what I hear of you when the wind rakes me undead
what I can feel of you engraved
when I let go and know
everywhere you stabbed me
with the certainty of your love
that I cannot deny


  1. Again, gorgeous title(s).

    I love this poem. (Anything with hyenas is gonna hook me, you know.)