9. YOUTH ETERNAL

one more clandestine poem
in a clandestine life,
is the toll you set
for one hour with you, each minute of it longer
than any minute you condescended before;
for one night with you, darker than night,
with stars no more,
darker than the night of the blind. 

voices will whisper in fear,
a whisper lower than silence itself.
hands will touch hands,
chest to chest, mouth to mouth
our grasping souls will grow,
until our bodies tangle
in one hard embrace by human law forbidden
but
an exploding glow in darkness,
a jubilant song in silence,
and lust younger than youth eternal.



A few words of explanation will be useful.
The Greek poet Xenikos wrote these deep underground poems in English. They were made “public” for the first time on 8 June 2011 in his blog http://xenikos.blogspot.com
Gothic poems, deep underground poems, satanic verse… the reader may call these poems as he wishes. They are only the result of a bet with a bad guy (he dared me…) who said he was interested in satanism. After reading, he had to concede that he was deeply impressed.
The specific content being what it is, the poet does not dislike the purely esthetic side of this work. 

There are nine poems.
Three distinctive parts, three poems in each part.
First part: talking about myself.
Second part: the works of Satan.
Third part: where I address myself to the young lad who brought me in to this. 

The above poem is nr 9. (addressing the guy who, afterwards, proved to be a “bad” guy). It is the last poem in the strange series.
It is recommended to read the poems in their numeric sequence.