Poem
Barbara Korun
COLD FIRE
cold firelicks my toes
shanks
knees
cold fire
on a black rock
cold fire
rising lustfully
up the tights
upwards upwards
and inwards
cold fire
will catch my hair
my snake-like eyes
cold fire
a flaring blaze
oh cold fire
kisses hotly
I burn I burn
on a pyre of sensation
© Translation: 2005, Ana Jelnikar
Hladni ogenj
Hladni ogenj
hladni ogenj miliže stopala
goleni kolena
hladni ogenj
na črni skali
hladni ogenj
se poželjivo vzpenja
po stegnih
navzgor navzgor
in navznoter
hladni ogenj
bo zajel moje lase
moje kačje oči
hladni ogenj
plamteč požar
o hladni ogenj
poljublja vroče
gorim gorim
na grmadi čutov
© 2004, Barbara Korun
From: Razpoke
Publisher: Nova revija, Ljubljana
From: Razpoke
Publisher: Nova revija, Ljubljana
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COLD FIRE
cold firelicks my toes
shanks
knees
cold fire
on a black rock
cold fire
rising lustfully
up the tights
upwards upwards
and inwards
cold fire
will catch my hair
my snake-like eyes
cold fire
a flaring blaze
oh cold fire
kisses hotly
I burn I burn
on a pyre of sensation
© 2005, Ana Jelnikar
From: Razpoke
From: Razpoke
COLD FIRE
cold firelicks my toes
shanks
knees
cold fire
on a black rock
cold fire
rising lustfully
up the tights
upwards upwards
and inwards
cold fire
will catch my hair
my snake-like eyes
cold fire
a flaring blaze
oh cold fire
kisses hotly
I burn I burn
on a pyre of sensation
© 2005, Ana Jelnikar
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