The Doppler effect
of your memory:
afar
and coming
nearby
and going.
In the alleys
of your body
I search for your name.
To petrify it
in the interstices
of my thought:
The
memory of
a fragrance
in a perfumery.
You are the fruit
in my head:
brittle pomegranate
two halves of a whole:
Taste of mineral
Taste of blue
water
not on the plate
not on the tongue
but in my head
the fruit
becoming
Real.
The hypothesis of desire:
To begin with
there is desire.
in the end
the body comes
to be.
The vicious cycle:
Your body
made of my
desire
my body
the cage
of your body.
I recoiled
and went in search of me.
