Jacques Prévert: “Blood Orange”

Blood Orange

The zipper slid down to your waist
and the happy storm of your lustful body
submerged in shadows
suddenly burst
And your dress falling to the polished floor
made no more sound
than an orange peel dropped on a carpet
But under our feet
the pearl buttons of your dress
still crackled like seeds
Blood orange
fruit of delight
the tips of your breasts
traced new lines of fate
in the palm of my hand
Blood orange
fruit of delight

Sun in the night

Jacques Prévert

Translated from French by Paul Weinfield, © 2015
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