I am the stone, Rimbaud, you are the sun in our Liopetri*, <br />you the wine, me the ship going to the harbour of love, <br />we are two stars joined by the celestial lace. <br /> <br />I catch the bullet they shot against you in Brussels, <br />they cut your leg, we walk together on three legs, <br />you lost your teeth, I chew the food to nourish you. <br /> <br />The Governor and Menelick B’ rob your money, <br />but then I exit from you as a flame and burn them; <br />I embark your half body, to have it buried in Nice; ** <br />I’m proud of the other half that won the death. <br /> <br />I deregulate myself, reform it into a spring <br />to cool the lips of our desert, from Aden to Sudan. <br /> <br />You function in me, I function in you. I is you. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© JosephJosephides<br /><br />Joseph S. Josephides<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-is-you/
