It’s been a few weeks since the last letter/post here. I want people to know (in case they are worried) that things are fine – I’ve just been going in and out of a general disappointment with situations, people. The other side of that is that thankfully the friends I have made here do shine through and remind me of all that is worthwhile in Utica.
Lately I have been reading this cheesy compilation of historical love letters. They are charming, and quite fascinating … I guess I am looking for some answers or questions to my own emotions.
In any case, I am posting a ‘love poem’ that I wrote a few months ago, really a found poem, composed from lines of imho one of the best lyrical albums ever – Vespertine, by Bjork. * Disclaimer: One of the songs on the album in an e. e. cummings poem set to music, and of course I had to borrow some of those lines.* The music on this album is very powerful, and this poem, for me, is erotic but sad and dark.
I have a recurrent dream
pedaling through the dark currents
of the pleasure in me,
looking hard for moments of shine.
Through the warmest cord of care
your love was sent to me.
I’m not sure what to do with it.
Swirling black lillies totally ripe …
Feel my breath on your neck
and your heart will race
But careful, careful
There lies my passion hidden,
there lies my love.
I will take the sun in my mouth.
Will I complete the mystery of my flesh?
I wake up
and the day feels broken.