The measure of man's suffering
Is the man
And I make you suffer
By breathing silence
Down your neck
You shiver in my absence
As I trace my fingers
Between your shoulderblades
Making you sigh and strech
Brushing my palm against your belly
Spreading my fingers
I feel the beat of our children
Unborn, unconcieved
My touch becomes firm as I
Grasp your thighs
There is a sharpness, a sweet pain
Under your breath
I slide down your slender legs
Down to the last toenail
Painted crimson red
The measure of man's suffering
Is the man
And I am yours
Showing posts with label Budapest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Budapest. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Friday, July 8, 2011
From the hills of Buda
Budapest has a strange way of getting under your skin. The very first time I visited the city, it was hot, humid and the air was thick with exhaust. The streets were full of litter and there was no room for plants or trees. I cannot say I did not like it, but the impression was not overwhelming.
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From the hills of Buda
To the sewers of Pest
When one day you see me again
Will I walk as I did then
Your streets my Budapest
Trams dash on the Körút(1)
I trace the footsteps of men
the Duna(2) has torn into you
the flow that has broken us two
I will follow her every bend
Will I float back to your island
Margit(3) - your breathing heart
Where once I bided my time
Will ever again I arrive
At Keleti pályaudvar(4)
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1. Körút [IPA: køruːt] literally round street. Here referring to a main street circling from the Buda side to the Pest side.
2. Hungarian name for Danube
3. Refers to the Margaret island, a large park in the middle of Danube. The Hungarian name is Margit-sziget.
4. [keleti paːjaudvar] Eastern train station. One of the main stations in Budapest.
Then I became to know her better, her shady groves, underpasses, the quiet of Buda, the rustle of Pest, the little shops where a girl wearing way too much makeup will cook you a lángos you would be wiser not to eat. Yet you are tipsy enough to brave it.
And I cannot remember exactly when I fell in love, just that one day I was missing her velvety nights, be they pierced by shouts on the street and the constant smell of urine. Nobody is perfect.
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From the hills of Buda
To the sewers of Pest
When one day you see me again
Will I walk as I did then
Your streets my Budapest
Trams dash on the Körút(1)
I trace the footsteps of men
the Duna(2) has torn into you
the flow that has broken us two
I will follow her every bend
Will I float back to your island
Margit(3) - your breathing heart
Where once I bided my time
Will ever again I arrive
At Keleti pályaudvar(4)
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1. Körút [IPA: køruːt] literally round street. Here referring to a main street circling from the Buda side to the Pest side.
2. Hungarian name for Danube
3. Refers to the Margaret island, a large park in the middle of Danube. The Hungarian name is Margit-sziget.
4. [keleti paːjaudvar] Eastern train station. One of the main stations in Budapest.
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