220. The Chat
When we sleep together, you and I,
and talk at length about forbidden things
that no one ever heard of,
and I venture in my sleeplessness to leave your bed
to just escape our union for a moment,
something thought-provoking startles me,
that you are not alone as long as I at all exist.
This world, this universe is just too small for us,
and in the thawing warmth of our embrace
the whole world melts away
as just a negligeable vanishing nonentity
that our hearts are too full of love to even mind,
while we alone exist
as some kind of dualistic nuclear centre of existence
even while we keep apart.
And at the same time, our love keeps all the world alive,
as if it was dependent on the fact that we exist together;
and thus can we go to sleep with a good conscience
having done our duty to the world by making love.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-09-26 at 09:59
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