drunk –
the state that beats all states.
cigar in my hand, night, snow…
strangely, I don’t feel cold.

deluded by your presence I cannot grasp,
I miss
everything you are.

your lips, hands around my waist, cheeks,
eyes, eyelids,
eyelashes (even the three from your right eye I never had the chance to meet),
hands, breasts, waist,
thighs, legs,
your feet walking close to my feet,
and your breath;
I crave it, dream of it,
imagine it take form in the nights when I can’t see a thing
and become a poem I could never write,

you numb me!

present, not present. all the same.
you kill the voices
the poet,
you kill the prophet…
I am human again.

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