From you
Something has disappeared
You feel the window in total silence
In urgent solitude.
The downpour from us saying
To the faded sunlight
“Don’t be afraid”.
© Ani Boghossian
Author Archives: anibogh
XX
The episodes of furtive
Non-events.
My mirage of
luminescent,
windswept
solidity.
Our bodies
lean toward the blue peaks
knowing the endless steppe.
© Ani Boghossian
XIX
An orphan turned
the footpaths for home
In the belly of empty streets.
I decided to fill the emptiness
But suddenly
The pavement gulped the outpourings of air.
Thinking of silent-movie companions
Laughing exquisitely
at the aloneness
of my plodding dissection.
© Ani Boghossian
XVIII
Your nakedness is sheep-milk-pale
Tendons tightened.
I know its roadside roots,
The elegance of the smoking country.
Wilderness can conjure up its track
Where your sun-starved throat
Is exposed by the waves.
I know that inaccessible continent.
All the places keep hanging from your face
A sad emptiness.
© Ani Boghossian
XVII
It snowed into the world
Thick to death
White as the cruel heart of desire.
Your life, yourself
Naked-tongued
And the invisible edges of his blankness.
Never forget that petrified continent.
© Ani Boghossian
XVI
The whale’s back
is this ancient mountain
Heading under a deep crazed light
Where moans bellied away from the sun
Where we shut the sky.
I craved for the nameless deeps
Inside the ecstasy of being.
I rose towards the mouth
For tender breath
I stayed with you
Remembering the luscious waves
The whispers about silence.
© Ani Boghossian
XV
I prayed you were a splinter
from the creaking backyard.
I remember her hanging a cold morning
Around the wood.
She mangled the despair of the mountains
Pulling milk and water.
I remembered the finger emerge
out and away from me.
I sat there today
And you were a splinter.
© Ani Boghossian
