Elegy 0101 Poem by Cristina M. Moldoveanu

there must have been something that i can touch and feel
like the one-year-old hits the mirror with his hand
i live on the highest floor under cloud number nine
because of happiness
sing to me a lullaby killing me softly
tomorrow morning i will tease and powder my hair
like a demimonde from the 20th century
a rare flower at the vampire ball


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alike the sinful woman wiping men's feet with her hair
because of too much love
all virgins bring the scent of sea into their lovers lap
then you can find them sitting still on bracket seats
when they receive free tickets for the first night of the show
from the part of a senile philanthropist


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do the ring dance my soul
before the groom shares the pillow with his bride
soles are hot and steps are small
women have redder lipstick
because red can propagate easier in the air
it is a color that appears too early or too late
between day and night
like unmarried girls in their thirties


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and then the widow says
they threw my dead man in the truck
as if a sack with potatoes
they separated us
the wooden hammer knocks the table
the defense lawyer wears his black robe
with a creased wing collar



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a long row of youngsters flows towards the church altar
they have jasmine flowers trembling in their hair
because of peaceful feelings
let the children come