Wine

3/2/91

In the end you take your stand alone. no one gives a shit. The eye of the world all fixed on self. Your lung a deep black hole in my own chest.

Why my ask a girl aphrodisiac I We swallow up into little islands of flesh, the air between us expands, till the atoms are torn apart and it seems merely a sea of ~~two~~ elementary particles and I am alone in the universe. Your eyes flicker, supernovas across these perilous distances.

II

Alcohol is a lubricant. We laugh and dance, I ~~love~~ take your arm, spin you around, maybe even grab a blushing breast, (but it’s enough just to touch my hands) You touch my face, whisper “wicked, wicked”

I could almost kiss you, but I forgot how.

(always some blond girl all in black and drooping shoulders and hips)

III

But what is it? Today my mind absorbs itself.

Why does the Pope drink wine?

(Look I even cleaned my room for you, even hid my pornography) I can’t even reach your feet, the distance is too great, even the machine has been turned off, and its great blinking eyes are closed.

We read poetry, but I can barely feel the warmth of your calf.