Drinking Rum on the Shore

by Fahredin Shehu

Everything is becoming mysterious:
The feathers of the raven and the gems
From the depths of the earth
Men and Women alike wandering
What is holy and what profane
Repertoire of outrageous sounds

The sea-foam bringing corpse of sometime
Creatures full of life- red corrals and spawn
Of whales with the smell of Ocean’s basement

The elders on the shore sitting
Having small glasses of Rum
Rolling the dice; who shall
Better host the Death; while she
Awaits for the bed where to nap
For a while; undressing her aquamarine
Brocade and heavy accessories from
The metals of the seven mountains
Of the heart
and the odor she releases
Allures even the most agnostics
And disbelievers
She is calm and tranquil
As potent as Queen but she
Dares not to knock
On the door of the orphan
I see she has compassion for me
Or perhaps she isn’t ordered yet
To kiss me in the forehead
Where the blood-spots draw
The constellation of Sagittarian

I invoke the name of Mother
And summon spirits of the distant earths
Since the celebration started, when

The banquet is set up by the grand breasts
Nymphs- Apsaras
If there’s a Paradise somewhere
It descended here so I become
Dead before death that happens
In a blast of a moment and
In trillion’s part of millimeters
Where another dimension is experiencing
A diffusion of a new Big Bang and
Supernovas- cosmic babies are
Milked by Mother I call in
My dwelling- a serene settlement
Of us all of us
Who never got enough of Love
Who once learned to Love
Never is unaccustomed to Love not
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Born in Rahovec, South East of Kosova, in 1972. graduated at Prishtina University, Oriental Studies. M.A. in Literature. PhD in Sacral Esthetics- ongoing.