XXLove letters

 

 

 When a miracle happened in the alley of modern Sodom,

 

My eyes were nailed on the explosion of colors,

The rag doll of compassion, the bundle of  silk,

Her ghostly body consisted of sugared condensed air,

Some people skirted around,

Others forgot good manners,

They passed through her with perfect ease,

 

Somebody's hand touched an emperor sofa,

She wasn't astonished at all,

Life after death didn't differ from Life,

Except for dead bodies,

They didn't differ from hers,

They lay on black marble tables,

 A glazed partition was between Life and Death,

Her body was there once,

A long line of people was waiting,

They didn't differ,

All busily scurrying clients looked as dead as she was,

 

I stared at her straight brown hair thoroughly slicked back,

At her close-set eyes, a slightly receding chin, a longish nose,

She couldn't brag about beauty,

She couldn't brag about talents,

Thanks to your brush a charwoman had value,

Rising against a widespread belief,

Every woman in Paris had her jingling price,

 

Her eyes got a glimpse of the future,

 They still looked out onto the past,

             Life in the store didn't grow on her each and every day,  

She didn't like it as she used to do,

She believed that her life could be better,

It didn't need many beautiful things,

It was outside the packed to the brim with bargains stores,

 

 

I tried to find courage,

To take the right breath,

To tell everything the last time I couldn't tell you,

How much I missed you,

I missed your laughter,

I missed the way you sat on the chair,

The way you grabbed my chin,

 

Now and then entangled,

All sounds mixed up,

Busy cars whizzed off down the road,

 Who bothered to look out what was on the other side?  

We didn't effect a crossing,

We didn't need to cross,

We shared the same alley of modern Sodom,

I found lost love looking deeply into your eyes.