Innamorata

A world of gestures-

an amorous world-

cloud chamber of collisions.


I am the absent one;

you are the absent one;

someone must always leave;

someone must be abandoned.


The Adorable will destroy

you

eventually.


A sudden agony

from a trivium,

a nuance

that does not fit the ideal,

an imperfection in the model…


These anxieities and injuries-

passion’s contingencies-

can only flee me

away to where I am.

Who loves

loves love,

not love,

and does not love.


The Unclassifiable,

the Sui Generis,

she is my Socrates

of sex.


It is all about waiting.

Hiding.

Riding out the catastrophe.

The asteroid strike.

What hope have the ravished?

The gift is doom itself.


Infinite desire,infinite possibility!

I want so much to understand,

to feel the truth

And be compassion.


No-one in my life

has ever baffled me with so many questions,

impossible futile questions

even Einstein cold not solve.


A flayed hide tells its own story.

My eyes are heralds of pain,

Forever importing fresh miseries.

Secret rites

and votive actions

I dedicate to you

in this age of scientific superstition.

Sentimental-obscene,

a connoisseur of tears,

I practise the voodoo

of uncertain signs.