I find myself unmasking, unaligning, unravelling
Night terrors of my mind, in this endless cycle of
Fiery, breathtaking ascents to ride the crest of
The finest wave of pleasure,
And
The nosedives
Splintering
Into pieces
Each
One
Of
My
Designs,
Building moats and walls and sentinels
Between our hands;
They desperately seek their complement.
A cerebral see-saw which renders me
Inexplicably, satisfyingly concerned:
I need your voice at once, once again;
It awakens in me unutterable, albeit curt, urges.
It unlocks and unfolds its blossoms
Pleading for care that I am always ready to give.
No matter how artificial these electronic tunes are,
They will make me more and more real
So as to see you
And want to touch you and reach you,
So that I realise that I am mistaken
Yet again,
None of that ever suffices.
Akin to roses and their thorns we are,
We have got sharp nails and claws.
We torture each other to prevent us from
Becoming one, binding these knots of ours.
Knots in us which keep us “independent”,
“Individual”.
I yearn to undo them with my hands and eyes,
Unfastening our clothes
laced in shyness
and shame
And fear.
I will peer at you through the darkness,
For us to drown into each other, untied,
Beyond the knots and tangles of ours,
For us to become one.
