[I am my own solitude
longing when distant
electric being
touches the light of two
and there finds me solitaire,
a kind of warm dark intimacy
with a breathing deep-seated
aspiration
to share]
i feel like we could be friends, if we could get beyond the mask of this heavy being. the imposition of this crushing moment. it's a kind of love letter you know? it's real and without pretension, (as much as any mask could be). it's written in my diary for the day, part of the public record, there for archaeologists to decipher:
"here loved a man"
who were his enemies? "he must perish by his own hand. it's the honourable thing to do, it is." but this light between us doesn't take orders from the basement. so let go yes? release the other's hold about your neck. breathe with me fully for the first time. then eternity in our eyes, our fingertips, our lips.
