Forgive me if I took the love as read
Our fate and bodies entangled together
It’s my nature to leave things unsaid
To preserve the mystery of the mussed up bed
To forge a chain that nothing can sever
Forgive me if I took the love as read
One of us has been cruelly misled
Confusion reigns as to whether
It’s my nature to leave things unsaid
Blood and love run wine dark red
Weightier than an Egyptian feather
Forgive me if I took the love as read
Desire riots barefoot in the head
I thought we would transverse the forever
It’s my nature to leave things unsaid
Perhaps everything is something instead
The resolution has to be now or never
Forgive me if I took the love as read
It’s my nature to leave things unsaid
Giorgio Di Chirico-The Enigma of an Hour-1910/1911
Far and wide I have travelled
Through the Gateless Gate of the Jade Courtyard
Bounded the wooden stairs two by two
Discovering within this sparse hotel room
A place as serene as a walled garden
Because waiting here for me I find you
And what species of flowers will bloom
As I stroke the lock of the Vermillion Gate
So I beg of you, don’t open the blinds.
I touch your skin with a hope of palpating your heart To cause an excitation within your mind that travels Down and around towards the tenderest target zones Leading to an exultation that abolishes all barriers Just for a moment a confusion reigns as to where I stop And when do you start to begin once more again
Ever constricting circles nearing the vanishing still point The ever eluding aim the shimmering illusionary goal Of my hesitant groping then more assured stroking As you strain to reach those regions unknown to me Still I long for and hasten your complete surrender Emptied and spent experience blank devasted serenity
I touch your skin unsure whether this repetition is a curse Or some form of blessing preceding a final absolution
Man Ray-Woman holding Giacometti’s Disagreeable Object
Choose one from the following:
This is the beginning of something
Or
The end of everything
Or
A continuation of a whole lot of nothing
Or
Stop right there I have heard enough I don’t care for the menu Time to move on wasted enough already
Or
And or but Into the fog Maybe the smoke If it is the conflagration after all Either or neither Nether ever never Wood coal pour some oil Cant see the forest for the trees
Or
I saw you for the first time again You seemed different somehow Though I had to admit That you looked so good I just had to touch myself Forgetting that your kisses Always left their mark Bruising and wounding Ah well what’s sex without pain Love always requires some seasoning
Or
Will you ever…. You make everything sound so dirty Though you will probably take that As some form of obscure compliment After all you wrote a pornographic reprise Of Aquinas’s Summa But I’ve come here to bury you Not to praise Are you listening Do you catch…
Or
Come now cough ante pony up No thing like a free Take a look at the fork We are all exposed In some form of fashion What a season Hell’s got nothing Here is the variety Nauseating horrific exhilarating No time for the honorific Down here while I describe With disgust my various Beautiful disguises
Now where are you at? Where have you gone to?
Now that I’ve need and I’m on the move,
Searching the city streets for a way to prove,
That I’m actually alive and as real as you.
But you know I’ve a thing (among other things)
For all the wayward waifs and straggling strays,
With all their tender brokenhearted ways,
It makes my blood surge and my soul to sing.
If I was to ever find you, run you to ground,
I would whisper in your ear a different story
In a new language, where out is in, up down,
And the darkest hour illuminates with glory,
Never again need we be lost and lonely,
If you promise that it’s all for my eyes only.
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