Poem
Adi Assis
SLOWING
I slow down.Stars continue to flow.
At the end of the room, a door,
through the eyepiece, your face,
through the keyhole, your belly button.
You are sexy.
I slow down even more,
my hand lingers on the handle,
it doesn’t open.
The taps of your high heels fade.
At the top of a head, eyes.
In eyes, a room.
You course on.
At the end of the room, no door.
At the end of the room, a wall.
© Translation: 2015, Adi Assis
מֵאֵט
מֵאֵט
אֲנִי מֵאֵט.
כּוֹכָבִים לֹא מַפְסִיקִים לִזְלֹג.
בִּקְצֵה הַחֶדֶר דֶּלֶת,
מִבַּעַד לָעֵינִית פָּנַיִךְ
מִבַּעַד לְחוֹר הַמַּנְעוּל טַבּוּרֵךְ.
אַתְּ סֶקְסִית.
אֲנִי מֵאֵט עוֹד יוֹתֵר,
מַשְׁהֶה אֶת כַּף יָדִי עַל כַּף הַמַּנְעוּל.
לֹא פּוֹתֵחַ.
נְקִישַׁת עֲקֵבַיִךְ מִתְרַחֶקֶת.
בִּקְצֵה הָרֹאשׁ עֵינַיִם.
בָּעֵינַיִם חֶדֶר.
אַתְּ לֹא מַפְסִיקָה לִזְלֹג.
בִּקְצֵה הַחֶדֶר אֵין דֶּלֶת.
בִּקְצֵה הַחֶדֶר קִיר.
כּוֹכָבִים לֹא מַפְסִיקִים לִזְלֹג.
בִּקְצֵה הַחֶדֶר דֶּלֶת,
מִבַּעַד לָעֵינִית פָּנַיִךְ
מִבַּעַד לְחוֹר הַמַּנְעוּל טַבּוּרֵךְ.
אַתְּ סֶקְסִית.
אֲנִי מֵאֵט עוֹד יוֹתֵר,
מַשְׁהֶה אֶת כַּף יָדִי עַל כַּף הַמַּנְעוּל.
לֹא פּוֹתֵחַ.
נְקִישַׁת עֲקֵבַיִךְ מִתְרַחֶקֶת.
בִּקְצֵה הָרֹאשׁ עֵינַיִם.
בָּעֵינַיִם חֶדֶר.
אַתְּ לֹא מַפְסִיקָה לִזְלֹג.
בִּקְצֵה הַחֶדֶר אֵין דֶּלֶת.
בִּקְצֵה הַחֶדֶר קִיר.
© 2009, Adi Assis
From: Haneshek Haham (Firearms)
Publisher: Helicon, Tel Aviv
From: Haneshek Haham (Firearms)
Publisher: Helicon, Tel Aviv
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SLOWING
I slow down.Stars continue to flow.
At the end of the room, a door,
through the eyepiece, your face,
through the keyhole, your belly button.
You are sexy.
I slow down even more,
my hand lingers on the handle,
it doesn’t open.
The taps of your high heels fade.
At the top of a head, eyes.
In eyes, a room.
You course on.
At the end of the room, no door.
At the end of the room, a wall.
© 2015, Adi Assis
From: Haneshek Haham (Firearms)
From: Haneshek Haham (Firearms)
SLOWING
I slow down.Stars continue to flow.
At the end of the room, a door,
through the eyepiece, your face,
through the keyhole, your belly button.
You are sexy.
I slow down even more,
my hand lingers on the handle,
it doesn’t open.
The taps of your high heels fade.
At the top of a head, eyes.
In eyes, a room.
You course on.
At the end of the room, no door.
At the end of the room, a wall.
© 2015, Adi Assis
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