Anna Maria Farabbi

Anna Maria Farabbi 

Yellow

I am a white burst in the mute brain
of solitude. The burning
July bee.

I am the honey that snows
inside the belly of night:
it spreads gold
on the wind.

Red

I am drunken hell.
Rabid tongue on fire.
The radiance
in the living belly of the drum,


I am the bite in the darkhole
of the devil's ear. And the sheet
burning on the throne.


Black

I am the blackness between the thighs.
The scandal against which the sun
breaks and comes apart: it melts.

The soft form
of night.