Maybe this is a love poem, maybe it's not. Make of it what you will. |
when i touched you you shuddered and turned to gold brighter than god on the eastern horizon. i kissed you and you gasped and became speechless. your silence, my love is more precious to me than all the words wasted in hymns and songs of praise. you waited for me, and i did not come hour after hour passed and still you remained and the thousand frogs on the banks of the river sang: there is no law save change there is no cause save hunger there is no truth save desire and this - you too belong to the company of those who overcome. when you come and go entranced by this delusion you draw near and then shy away i have held you countless times only to have you twist free from my arms. you don’t tell me, but it’s so obvious what you’re afraid of. tonight i will draw you close again and you will know all that you are has been obliterated in me and i will rejoice in you as the seed rejoices in the death of the blossom as night rejoices in the end of the day. all that i am, too will be blown away like dust on the wind will fade, like rats feet disappearing down dusty corridors like the whisper of a lover at dawn and my whisper to you but let this be my promise to you i will remain in the realms of memory for i am already immortal |