My body is heavy with joy – K.B

My body is heavy with joy

 

 

My body is heavy
With joy

My fingers
Are full of magic

My feet are sore
For the walk
Past midnight
Is chill.

The sun remains
In a choir of guitars

Wish I could have
The strength
To sing along
With them

Palm beach tree,
Wait for me a little
While,

The cubanisto
Is pouring
A dose
Of Rum.

Strange
Lunatics
Are surrounding
Me

And the filth
Is flying around

But O sun !

The voice full
Of honey is rising
I can feel it
In my guts
In this semi-life
Always tempered,

What is genius if not
A wide conscience?

Take me back
To those parties,
Let me feel
The warm caress
Of the elements,
The flowing beer
And the full belly,
The beautiful
Round tomato
From which a rich
Perfume
Emanates,
Some olive oil
And mozzarella
Sprayed with pepper,
A meal to which
There is no
End
On my tunisian
Balcony ;

Of course ,
We always linger
A little while
After on the terrace
While the sea coast
Wind makes us digest
In peace.

Nothing but birds
Are heard….
And the rolling
Waves….

 

 

K.B

 
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