Arja Tiainen

The Beautiful Rider
 
With me you'd have the time of your life,
nobody's ever complained, they all
want it all over again, why don't you, just once?
       You could screw me whatever way you please
I'd pretend to be a piece of meat in a skewer,
like a worm on a hook, like a cake in a mould,
elastic, wonderful, quiet
       or wild, those tricks.
Wonder why you're not interested?
I'd be a Jolly Mattress That Sings.
Or: a rambler, creeping, insatiable.
A boat in the surge. A beautiful Rider.
An eel hung in the ceiling, naked, lovely.
A wide aperture, a rolling Night of Joy.
A sighing tree, a two-tongued mouth, eyes,
       I'd eat you up at once
I'd tear you apart, I'd claw you all bloody,
       I'd leave monstrous marks
              or wouldn't.
Why won't you fuck me?

 
Translation from Finnish © Kirsti Simonsuuri

 

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