you are beautiful, like prophecies

and sad, like those that come true

calm, like the calmness afterward

black, like the white loneliness of jasmine

with sharpened fangs: she wolf and queen

your very short dress is in fashion

your weeping and laughter come from ancient times

perhaps from some book of other kinds

i've never seen foam at the mouth of a war horse

but when you lathered your body with soap

i saw.

you are beautiful like prophecies

that never come true

and this is the royal scar; 

i pass over it with my tongue

and with pointed fingers over that sweet roughness

with hard shoes you knock 

prison bars to and fro around me

your wild rings 

are the sacred leprosy of your fingers

out of the earth emerge

all i wished never too see again:

pillar and window sill, cornice and jug, broken pieces

of wine

there is so much face hiding here (whose from whose?)

and at night, to stir with that

blond golden scepter

in pleasures

with the weight of kingdom and tiredness