Monday, May 18, 2009

Malady #4

You say: you must be very beautiful.
She says: I'm here right in front of you.
Look for yourself.
You say: I can't see anything.
She says: Try. It's all part of the bargain.
You take hold of the body and
look at its different areas.
You turn it round, keep turning it round.
Look at it, keep looking at it.
Then you give up.
Give up. Stop touching it.

You go on talking, all alone in the world,
just as you wish.
You say love has always struck you
as out of place, you've never understood,
you've always avoided loving, 
always wanted to be free not to.
You say you're lost.
But that you don't know
what you're lost to.
Or in.