We’re happening

I was waiting – in tune – to reunite
So consumed by all words and the ride
Did not know how it turned out to be
That in years, I’d put summer aside.

I was waiting for those ways to return
In a dance without steps, without faces
I don’t laugh, I don’t cry, I’m not guilty
When you awe and you call for embraces.

I forgot, you forgave, but today –
No mistakes, not to cry anymore
Hours passed and this seizure will bring
Side by side, two of us, as before.

Chorus:

We’re happening, we’re happening with caution
And once you asked of me to bring the sun rays
And I have given you the sea and sand
But then, I just forgot myself, far, in a boats’ maze

©2013 Emmah Toris

Ne întâmplăm

Aşteptam acordat împăcarea
Sărăcit de cuvinte şi fapte –
Nu ştiam cum anume se poate
Peste ani… să las vara deoparte.

Aşteptăm să revin, să revină
Într-un dans fără chipuri şi paşi –
Eu nu râd, eu nu plâng, nu port vină
Când tresari şi mă chemi şi mă laşi.

Am uitat, ai iertat, nu e astăzi –
Să greşească, să plângă, să zboare!
Peste ore, din spasme venind,
Fără grai… împăcări selenare.

Refren:

Ne întâmplăm, ne întâmplăm cu grijă
Ai spus cândva, pe note: <<fie soare>>
Şi ţi-am adus şi mare şi nisip
Pe mine m-am uitat – în larg, printre vapoare.

©2013 Emmah Toris

Letter II

This is not love.
It’s the Schumann Resonance
that affects us both –
and yet we thought
we were experiencing
growth.

I have x-rayed the bones
of this hybrid skeleton –
the shapes could not be defined.
We have become
so familiar, utterly refined
that
we have estranged ourselves
deeply,
irreversibly.

Loving thee
is the elevated, elegant version
of
hypertension –
in a detached and impersonal manner,
we give – we need – we draw – we pay
we love
………………………………
………………………………
Attention.

©2007 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Laurie Lipton –

Dove sta memoria

Good evening.
This is –
our last meal together
– forever.
Secluding the belly – nourishing bliss.

Each arrival makes them smile
As a tune of the departure
That leaps the eon and tricks the mile.

Eternity is not <<forever>>,
eternity is <<out of time>>.
This distance is a song –
to awe, to dance, to chime.
Ding dong

©2007 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Nan Goldin –

Momentum

Look, daddy!
The skies have violated all moral standards.
There are
organic interruptions,
novelty and the great lilies,
cosmopolitan theories unravelling
diesel unicorns
and cautiously sewed ladies…
then what?
The fiction
of a constant evening.
These cadences require new procedures.
When everything goes silent,
<<I>> extends.
When we cannot choose
between seaweeds and peacocks,
we mutate.
Look, Daddy!
Here comes the sun –
the vicious kind.
And the people shall look like landscapes
at last –
when it becomes still
when it becomes bright
when all has verifiable existence.
We have lingered on
the Island of the Fay
spirit within spirit
enchanted.
Look!

©2007 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Jason deCaires Taylor, “Resurrection”, Depth 4m, MUSA Collection, Punta Nizuc, Mexico –

Dormant Pupa

Dear fellows,

Put me in a dormant state
In a dormant situation
Nothing to recall at dawn
Not an altering sensation.

Please – do not erase me.

©2005 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Connie Imboden –

 

Thy petals in my chest

Prayer

Celestial choirs by the bed
We do not ache… we do not ask,
A monarchy within my womb
Protruding through the silent mask.

No monsters to compel thy breath
No honor to dispel the blame,
All livid demons graced by youth
Have fallen old and full of shame.

I’m holding Eden in my hands
This vile perfection, upside down
It does not bother any more
That all these saints in splendor drown.

The emptiness does not exist
We go together, hand in hand,
Thy petals blooming in my chest
The silence of a pulsing land.

For the Holy Lost

©2002 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Jana Brike –

Suicidal rebellion

Drops of human mixture
Flesh of human pain
Well-adjusted minds
Equally insane.

Mettlesome exposure
Zenith at the end
Welter of details
Retrogressive trend.

Broken in intentions
Lustful in its whim
Ripped the inside open
Closed the human in.

I find it hard to find you simple.

©2002 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Laurie Lipton –

Vile children

Sky turned on… in her mouth.

This is a case of paranoia
In which the velvet eye returns
To twist the specter on the inside
To plague the heart… until it yearns.

This is a mortuary statement.

©2002 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Bob Doucette –

Tutelary faeries

Disclose the torment of the mind

I tiptoe on the walls at night
And close the doors behind my days
In search of never ending light
In front of overwhelming ways.

The fairies gathered in my bed
Would swallow feathers from inside
All rapture floating in my head
When all those dreams in dreams collide.

I tiptoe on the walls and wait
Engraved in silence fairies burn
They always seem to be too late
Still never failing to return.

<<Once upon a time>> arguments

©2000 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Sally Mann –