/ Wine Cup: A Bouquet of Love Poems
1. Fire Lips
Twenty thousand wine cups are born of you
The sicknesses of ten thousand things are born of you
Silent living sickle-shaped fire
rolls on the wilderness, a burning skull
Silent living sickle-shaped pasture
cryptic, cold and still.
in Egyptian midnight
— this black wine
this black wine turns into my hands
Hands in the orchard
are no longer lonely
Two hands of my own
pregnant with other hands
5. Fire Lips
That is a flower That is a wine cup made of a skull
Wine cups knock above the grassland
The wine-filled skull is empty
On the fire-blackened mountain
tents are born and die.
Out of the fire rise lamplights that shine on the earth.
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