collage-30

The quote:

“My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
~ Falsely yours”

― Charles Bukowski

 

Yves (& sometimes Laura) present intriguing, enigmatic, and amorphous (all meant in a positive, praising way) collages for us to “solve,” “resolve,” interpret in our own ways. This week’s collage, #30, is no less so than other weeks. My response is a PG+ I think

Radio Static

your memory washes

over me like the sweat

and musk of our lovemaking

your voice echoing

in the throes of organism

comes as radio static on own luxuria

your touch cold

from the graves of our couplings

still arches my back, thrusts me forward

your stare aches

rakes me like falcon’s talons

cuts free the bleeding and caged bird

your crime safe

my lust at first sight of you

thus my death at first light

 

 

 

 

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