Thursday, June 30, 2011

HALF AN HOUR



never had you, nor will I ever have you
I suppose. A few words, an approach
as in the bar yesterday, and nothing more.
It is, undeniably, a pity. But we who serve Art
sometimes with intensity of mind, and of course only
for a short while, we create pleasure
which almost seems real.
So in the bar the day before yesterday -- the merciful alcohol
was also helping much --
I had a perfectly erotic half-hour.

And it seems to me that you understood,
and stayed somewhat longer on purpose
.
This was very necessary. Because for all the imagination and the wizard alcohol,
I needed to see your lips as well,
I needed to have your body close.


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