Psycho at The Northern Lights
written by: Emanuel Pope
I was close enough
to touch
with my sharp blade
the winter of your skin
the white cover of your blood
while you been sitting in front of my eye
singing like a jasmine-moon
restless quiet perfume:
”I love you so much!”
so, do I,
mind and soul lost
lust for you
I raise my arm:
1,
2,
…
3 more times
and again,
and again,
and again,
till your heart
was pouring
the most beautiful blood
green, green, green,
absinthe
over my fiercely poetry sword.
The words are… shivering!
Born in Romania in 1969, I've lived in London since 2002. I have published several books in Romanian and am now preparing my first volume of poetry in English.
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- Psycho at The Northern Lights - December 4, 2025
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