Phantom love
The abstinence of you is totally unbearable,
a torture worse than any possible hang-over,
a depression of Grand Canyonesque dimensions
and a melancholy illness with no cure in sight
unless you suddenly would come and save me.
It's worse than any epidemic, worse than Aids
and all veneric possible diseases, worse than death,
since one is forced to stay alive – and without you.
It's like being hamstrung in a hospitable bed
obliged to wear a strait-jacket tied up tight
with no air left to breathe and thirstier than any desert,
it's like being thrown out into empty space
launched like a satellite to fall forever
into constantly increasing darkness
that will never spare you any nightmares.
So, in short, my love, I can not live without you,
there is no life for me but a life with you,
so I shall never leave you
but remain your constant guardian
as a crazy spirit hovering around you
to protect you with my loving madness
against anything in life that is not love.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-10-14 at 23:56
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