Pavol Janik

1956 / Bratislava

The Moment Before Touch

The air grows still.
As in an illustrated weekly
I leaf through your eyes.
To hear silence
as it walks in new shoes
and lulls the buzzing bees.
Somebody furiously addresses us with wings.
It's said that you've seen
burning birds tumble from the sky!
It's just at the base of your breasts
there's something making a ceaseless hullabaloo.

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