poesía pagana

pedalling through
the dark currents
i find
an accurate copy
a blueprint
of the pleasure
in me
[swirling black lilies totally ripe]
a secret code carved
he offers a handshake
crooked
five fingers
they form a pattern
yet to be matched
on the surface simplicity
but the darkest pit in me
is pagan poetry
pagan poetry
[morse coded signals
they pulsate
and wake me up
from my
hibernate]
on the surface simplicity
but the darkest pit in me
is pagan poetry
pagan poetry
this time
i'm gonna keep it to myself
this time
i'm gonna keep me
all to myself
but he makes me want to
hand myself
over
and he makes me want to hand
myself
over.

Björk Gudsmundottir