Eluard
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Hi Folks
Well, I’m a newbie here, and this is my second post. It’s a little difficult entering a forum, a bit like going to a party where you don’t know anyone and haven’t been invited in the first place, but there were some very welcoming and lovely responses to my first post on the March poetry challenge sticky so that I’m going to try to say hello properly here — and maybe provide you with some newbie flesh to feast on.
Or at least the poetry of said newbie. 
I’m a writer, a poet mostly, but I write novels as well. I have published a collection of poetry, but it is only available in my home country. For a few years now I have been slowly putting together a collection of erotic poems, and have nearly finished it. The poems range from mild to moderately intense.
What I’m going to do is take the first poem in that would-be-collection (mild, in the spectrum of the book) and post it here. But it is in twelve parts, so I’ll post one part every day for the next twelve days. My screen name is in fact taken from this poem: The Eluard Suite. (The poems were initially conceived as variations on a theme from Paul Eluard’s Capital of Pain, but as it turned out the connections with Eluard’s poems are pretty thin. The name stuck anyway.)
Edit: I should add: comments welcome.
So here is the first part
The Eluard Suite
(1)
We are for our two selves the first soft cloud
In the absurd expanse of bliss.
We are the cruelness of petals in the drifts of snow.
Shadows flee from us.
We are everywhere inside each other
Hunting the night’s stone eye—hunting
With two knives, with two orphan suns.
I dismember your face on the balcony of kisses
I burn your love on the glacier of chains.
You are a sacrifice to me, a god who kills
What most he loves.
I give you the wheat of dreams, starving tiger.
I give you the sleep of soft, white, breasts.
Between your honeyed legs I kiss
A sky of panicked doves.
____________
Well, I’m a newbie here, and this is my second post. It’s a little difficult entering a forum, a bit like going to a party where you don’t know anyone and haven’t been invited in the first place, but there were some very welcoming and lovely responses to my first post on the March poetry challenge sticky so that I’m going to try to say hello properly here — and maybe provide you with some newbie flesh to feast on.
Or at least the poetry of said newbie. I’m a writer, a poet mostly, but I write novels as well. I have published a collection of poetry, but it is only available in my home country. For a few years now I have been slowly putting together a collection of erotic poems, and have nearly finished it. The poems range from mild to moderately intense.
What I’m going to do is take the first poem in that would-be-collection (mild, in the spectrum of the book) and post it here. But it is in twelve parts, so I’ll post one part every day for the next twelve days. My screen name is in fact taken from this poem: The Eluard Suite. (The poems were initially conceived as variations on a theme from Paul Eluard’s Capital of Pain, but as it turned out the connections with Eluard’s poems are pretty thin. The name stuck anyway.)
Edit: I should add: comments welcome.
So here is the first part
The Eluard Suite
(1)
We are for our two selves the first soft cloud
In the absurd expanse of bliss.
We are the cruelness of petals in the drifts of snow.
Shadows flee from us.
We are everywhere inside each other
Hunting the night’s stone eye—hunting
With two knives, with two orphan suns.
I dismember your face on the balcony of kisses
I burn your love on the glacier of chains.
You are a sacrifice to me, a god who kills
What most he loves.
I give you the wheat of dreams, starving tiger.
I give you the sleep of soft, white, breasts.
Between your honeyed legs I kiss
A sky of panicked doves.
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