A Surrealist Love Poem

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This poem takes my breath away. Makes my heart hurt.
(bold line, my emphasis!)

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I want to sleep with you
Joyce Mansour (1955)

I want to sleep with you side by side
Our hair intertwined
Our sexes joined
With your mouth for a pillow.
I want to sleep with you back to back
With no breath to part us
No words to distract us
No eyes to lie to us
With no clothes on.
To sleep with you breast to breast
Tense and sweating
Shining with a thousand quivers
Consumed by ecstatic mad inertia
Stretched out on your shadow
Hammered by your tongue
To die in a rabbit's rotting teeth
Happy.

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I guess the last poem was deemed unsuitable for innocent eyes, yet I do not want to disappoint those who click the link by displaying merely a red moderator's notice.

There, I present, another poem, this one by Andre Breton.

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I Dream I See Your Image

By André Breton, translated/edited by Mary Ann Caws in Surrealist Love Poems

I dream I see your image indefinitely imposed upon itself
You are seated on the high coral stool
Before your mirror still in its first quarter
Two fingers on the water wing of your comb
And at the same time
You are returning from a trip lingering last in the grotto
Streaming with sparks
You do not know me
You are lying on the bed you wake where you fall asleep
You wake where you fell asleep or elsewhere
You are naked the elderberry still bounces
A thousand elderberries buzz above you
So light that at every moment
Unbeknownst to you
Your breath your blood saved from the air's mad juggling
You cross the street the cars that rush at you turn to a shadow
And the same
Child
Caught in the bellows of spangles
You are skipping rope
Until atop the unseen stairs appears
The sole green butterfly that haunts the Asian peaks
I caress all that you were
In all that you still will be
I hear your countless arms
Whistling tunefully
Snake unique in all the trees
In your arms turns the crystal of the rose of winds
My living fountain of Shiva