A Song of Dark Love

breathe through me
     black eyes, blue song,

breathe through me
     your dark silence,

I'm dying, dying, dying
     a black horse on a white mountain,

O scarlet girl, O the river
     of solitude,

you cut my hands with your
     sharp blue diamonds,

in my sleep

breathe through me
     I'm your eyelids

opening

your tender heart.

O scarlet girl, O the dark woman
     I'm looking through your
     secret violets,

apples and oranges fall
     on your broken vase,

silky night dreaming within
     your soul,

a shiny white horse on a black mountain.
 

                                     June 28, 1987
                                 --Alexander Shaumyan