Zeugari

1

The dark eyes, and the long fall, the long night, - whatever it offers of pleasure and loss, and foul truth.
Insatiability-the necessary curse. Voices assail me, instruments out of tune, and I lose my feeling for music.
Perversity, perversion-both can own me, invert me and create. I render falsity true.

2

Tenderly touched, with the force of night, a searching power in the lips and fingertips, to discriminate, discover and enjoy. Celebrate the slow plunge into oblivion, the sudden wisdom, the impossibility of things.
Yours is the curvature of the earth, calling to ships in port.

3

I am learning to read. Greedily, I translate and traduce.
Cryptographer of days, I befriend my own secrecies.
Let living be the prayer that holds the stars to their promise.

4

My moment passes. And only the spider notices.
Head under blanket, I clinch deals with the darkness.