...infinity before its death

Fly outwards towards your heart, wherever you abandoned it
         tender friend

Flee artificial social politenesses and drunken emotions
Welcome with hardy embracing innocent inebriating life
Must I avow your sensual mouth is for passionate kisses,
         masculine pipe smoking à la Sherlock Holmes

Your arms render long-lasting non-virtual madness
         my best secret desire

Picture books, children's or " adult only ",
          create fantasy we emulate for a lifetime

Bass-boosted music rhythms our thoughts
         into tango-type seductive motion
                   —yet prose answers no questions—

Oh Venus !
Grant us all small follies
          silver roses
         golden sunsets
         opalescant rainy mornings
                   warm under the quilts my grandmother made eons ago

Replace this romantic silliness with two simple yellow upright chairs
         undercooked lasagne
         the worst Beaujolais nouveau

When looking into your eyes
I see only perfection, idyllic imitations
The image of your face always vivid in the intricacy of my dreams
Oh Venus !
         Tell him to whisper thoughtless imagined soliloquies

I crave even more
         voices seducing
         letters enticing
         hidden truths and telepathic lies

Weeks on end, me imagining how to love you truly
For a day longer than a year
Then a month longer than a decade
Growing into redundant routines
         happy enough,
                   though still in solitude

You are my brightest star
         and the infinity before its death…

…infinity before its death

28 september 2002

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