Ekleksographia #2: Poems by Dorta Jagić

from HOMO SENTIMENTALIS : A Guide in Verse to Modern Emotional Intimacy

Love Poem 464

pinkness
purses its * own
definition as the underside
of still shocked sight . . . it removes
reaming in such subtle turnings
to trip into the soft *
-ness
of some silken
numinous * net . . . this is
skin : stretched * skein of some
sacred world in wide
opened
eyes
old epistemes are
ended : falling whispers of caress
-ing shades * shaking off sleep
's gold * glitters from
the lids of lisping
light

Love Poem 465

in *
adoring
you do I divide
you * double ? my dreams
dealing out demonic Doppelgängere
ganging up in the aether
of your singular *
esprit ?
I know you
are not this : no picture-mirror *
of mired projections' mixed madness
-es staring back in a mental
heaven at eye * -less
reflections of
yourself . . .
rather
singular : entire !
singing one movement *
which this ink's isolating irradiations
(our rays of rhapsodic alterities)
cannot ever rupture or
rank * -ly ir-
reconcile

Love Poem 466

smoke *
smiles out upwards
from your life's lips leaving
suggestions of sidereal serpents
or your * love's ill imminence
in even its unstarted
state
which winds within
your hair : a thousand threads
of still silver fractured * future age
arcing (aching) within
your *
absolute actual
coiled curvatures of
youth's agate arabesques
mixed * with a mist's light lingerie
from your lungs gently * leaving
seeming breath's simulacra
in my imagined *
mouth