CREPUSCULAR
It sounds like that
Repulsive, creepy-crawly
Feeling’s overtaken you again--
A caterpillar’s treading, flexing
Its luminous pulsating muscles
On the curve of your wrist--
Your pulse is being taken
By twilight again.
PREHENSILE
Grasping, but not man-
Handling the language,
As if the poem were,
So to speak, a glass
Mandible.
It sounds like that
Repulsive, creepy-crawly
Feeling’s overtaken you again--
A caterpillar’s treading, flexing
Its luminous pulsating muscles
On the curve of your wrist--
Your pulse is being taken
By twilight again.
PREHENSILE
Grasping, but not man-
Handling the language,
As if the poem were,
So to speak, a glass
Mandible.
Vassilis Zambaras