Disequilibrium

IX

Love in the distance

inspires. Stirs emotions and the senses.

It's like a dream, a whisper in the ear:

it disconcerts, trembles and excites

it leaves you shivering.

Makes the burning blood rush

through the veins, beyond control

and the respiration throttle, gallop

.

Love makes the heart respond

without permission

To a force greater than reason or will.

It is those tiny salted drops

that the pores of the entire body exhale

In a slow and silent steam

.

Love is erotic and mind challenging

complete and natural

it ignores rules or boundaries.

It's a slow and perfect fit

of one soul into different vessels.

Slow, smooth and gentle

dripping milk and honey

on a divine return to the womb

to the primordial egg of existence

.

It's greater as it is intense

and more impossible

and more forbidden

.

Love is a distant ship

With cold hands

and warm heart.

It's soft and sad

like the dusk of a day

bringing the shadows of night.

It covers our fragile little world with its feathered coat

bitter agonizing anguish of the final moments of light

slippering through our fingers

.
And, like paralised pawns of a hedious spectacle

with open eyes and numb limbs

we refuse to breathe

As if we could hold that last ray of light

inside our chest, and make it last

a second more...

.