A girl with raindrops in her voice
She used to tell me about Plato and Aristotle.
Her Slavic accent sounded like gravel in the
Rain. Ing,ing, ing…
Feeling a fading shadow around my neck
I see a bright cave paved with desire and
Fear. In her language love and hatred are feminine
Nothing was neuter.
Golden mean in motion.
I was Alexander but not great enough to conquer
The furthest reaches of her soul.
Leaving was a move excluding one of
The possible versions of future.
All places of my happiness are taken and create
Gloomy theory of forms.
Sitting in a brown study with blind shutters,
I can hear raindrops searching for a dry land.
Falling, tapping, dying, ing, ing, ing…
Lilla Latus
Writer
Poland
Lilla Latus (Poland)-poetess, translator, author of reviews, song lyrics, articles writer . Many times awarded both for her poetry and engagement in cultural activity for local community. The member of Polish Writers’ Association. Published nine books of poems. Her poetry has been published in many magazines, online literary pages and anthologies (USA, Australia, India, The Czech Republic, Italy, Albania, etc).
