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Final round 

I could go for another, but

Night trees whisper
Over heavy heads
Bedtime stories
Disguised as sighs 

A lost language
Speaks from inside
Its own warm place
Without a sign 

Cold hands of wind
Finger loose sands
Or were they flesh
Or were they strands 

Cold is an ache
Unbearably
Stinging thinking
Of you again 

06.26

Let's Play 

Atop a squat table, golden cards
Flit like lightning bugs from fingers,
Piling up treasure between us,
Or so the monkey brain thinks. 

Sweat collects on the nose bridge
I will soon perch above, uncertain
Legs braced against the realization—
This, yours, is a whole other game. 

Door closed, the final move made,
I remove what I can from the table:
Cards I reshuffle, cigarette butts,
Cups with purple swirls of dried wine. 

Meanwhile the sun's grandmother eyes
Scald my cheeks, my dark hair,
Saying what goes without saying,
I cannot begin to remove the traces: 

Oil prints smeared on faces, bends,
Impressions in eterally tender places,
More than stains and scents
Remain on objects we occupied. 

Nothing belongs to me
Longer than a breathlength,
Longer than this rally,
Longer than a few sentences 

Spilled from the pink mouth,
Through the tidy collection
Of a bastard's stained teeth,
But I would do it all over again. 

Perhaps I would change tactics,
Maintain my defenses and trade
Pieces more easily given away,
But, it goes without saying, I must play. 

06.26 

Krčmarica 

'Ej, gde si, mala?
Gde mi je čašica šljive?
Sipaj mi do kraja,
Malo preko ivice,
Znaš kako ja to volim.
Pomeri te kukove i donesi je,
Znaš šta me ispunjuje. 

Posmatraš me, maco,
Kako na eks završim je
Pre otvaranja usta ponovo
Kao sufiks si iza mene.
Držiš moje želje, ovo
Od seksa bolje je,
Kako pijem čaše i obris tebe. 

A ti to več znaš, ljubimice,
U tome i ti uživaš, kako idu
Svi bez tragova za čišćenje,
Al' služiš s odgovornošću,
Voljena od svih, ljubav nikome.
Voliš da te ne uhvate za ruku,
Uzimaju, samo uzimaju. 

06.26 

Groblje 

Hteo sam da bacim
Jednu cigaru s terase
Al’ mi je rekla,
Nemoj, nemoj!
Tu je stavi,
Na prozorsku dasku. Rekoh, ženo, što?
Nemam pepeljaru.
U redu—baciću je dole.Stani, stani! Ne bacam ih.
Stavljam ih zajedno,
Jednu za drugom
Da leže mirno, i tako
Pravim svoje groblje malecko.
Nešto nisam razumeo,
Pa je moja završila nekako
Negde dole, mislim,
Nema veze, njeno groblje
Ne može biti punije.
I dalje sam tako mislio
Dok smo pušili jednu
Za drugom cele noći,
Nakon one prve svaku
Stavljajući na dasku.
Stavio sam oko nje i ruku
U jednom trenutku tišine. 

Kad je počela da broji
U sred mraka, videh
Te blede leševe u njenoj ruci,
Poteze niko osim nje
Ne bi razumeo, uradila je.
Pred njom su ležale
Sve cigarete osim moje.
Čekao sam bez daha,
Strah mi se spustio u srce.
Odjednom je prestala,
Nije se okrenula
I postavila jedno pitanje
Bez ikakve sumnje ali tiho:Hoćeš li prespavati kod mene? 
06.26

Red 

Once in a while I suck on my stained lips,
Tasting and retasting the last sips
Of another beginning,
How I tipped over a proverbial cliff,
Hair splayed in the wind,
Feet lifted,
Your gravity swept me up and in. 

I am spinning and spinning,
Everything spins
Except you,
The center I orbit,
Holding my wrists. 

Lachred buttons on your shirt
Glint like signs greeting headlights
As we revolve in small circles
On the floor of an emptied bar,
Our two bodies perpendicular
Pull against one another,
Negotiating equilibrium.
I do not know what to do with my eyes
But study the white-knuckled knot
Of your hands holding me,
Holding my aching wrists. 

Long after the bar finally closes
And my feet rediscover the ground,
I am still spinning and spinning,
Everything spins.
I wobble mid-air like a toy plane
You cast from your grip.
Still, I don’t know what to do with my eyes,
So once in a while
I blink to stop time—
It exists, but I can vanish it—
While I suck on my stained lips. 

06.26