What I Sought in Bucharest, Summer of 1990
I came to talk Plotinus, Ceausescu, revolution,
was given Cioran and everything, everything
happened in the cradle of that language where I first
heard love you, soft cadences of kisses, a mother tongue.
Any fruit promised a taste of marvel, of wine or blood
who could say which if transubstantiation is possible
If I wanted both, if I wanted everything for an almighty dollar.
Teenaged boys hawked Levis and George Michael bootlegs
on linden-laced sidewalks. Sudden poets left their verse
on cafe napkins to be published by sunlight.
I wanted to know how my parents defected but
everything (everything) collaborated against accounting.
Conquered by clematis and fresh-struck diesel
I fell into love, rubbed my te iubesc over park benches.
I came to know how to leave what you
love and come back, live.
clear-cut the trees that sheltered
these naked bodies
before love became a word
we were legible
saplings. limbs tangle
for less than a bloom
on my cheeks, rub-marks of
your recent stubble
leave me branded
like bark, notched down
with deer antler. who
cares if the forest is gone
in this house
from fallen leaves
Sam Silva says
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