The Second Madrigal

By Anna Swirszczynska

A night of love

exquisite as a

concert from old Venice

played on exquisite instruments.

Healthy as a

buttock of a little angel.

Wise as an

anthill.

Garish as air

blown into a trumpet.

Abundant as the reign

of a royal Negro couple

seated on two thrones

cast in gold.

A night of love with you,

a big baroque battle

and two victories.