Dancing with our loneliness

I wanted to make you a solid writing-table
that would last a life time…
Ted Hughes.

Kenneth, my friend, dancing with
a precious gift you are.
Dancing in the middle of the night.
Dancing with the one that says
hello, when you arrive.

Sweating in a sensual glass cage
no shirt,
no fear,
no tears.
Glowing wings of a captive bird.

And as the music fucks your ears
you dance against your faithful lover:
Dear loneliness of yours, what should
you blame it for? It blows you
toothless, it holds your helpless lips upon
its breast. And its kiss… was the first fresh
milk you ever tasted.

Plastic, sarcastic, tantric, salty,
milky, maternal, eternal, evil,
empty cup: Our loneliness!

1-sept-2008.