Yellowed loves
Come
The punctured gutters of God
Open
The veins of silent gold
In the lazy mouths of mocking youth
Fountains overflowing with first sun
A flock of oaths dreaming of a secret park
Open, you sweet promise
Death is the tunic of spring
Death is in the heart
Death burns our mouths
With mordant bites of silver moths
Death is the yellow moon
Death is jejune
A wreck of faded colors is my heart
Your face
Your hands
Your body
Yellow, upon the shore
The waves remake the spectrums
Of my tortured song
O color of never achieved love!
O color of worlds stillborn!
O color of magnificent drowned lords!
O color gone to words
Gone
My yellowed loves
In their tainted tombs
Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen’s “Studium Professionale” Program
