I have a broken sail and a roaring sea.
My Herculean muscles
And this feeble oar.

An endless struggle.
And a futile resistance.

After a hundred strangled pleasures
A sweet sigh of relief.
Till the next gush of a devastating storm arrives…

Beyond these
Beyond all these… there lives someone.
For whom I bleed. Everyday.
I fight a knife that I cannot see.
My wounds get deeper and deeper.
I bleed, I bleed and I fight again.
Too tired, too drained
I make love with Death.

I could touch you
If I just stretched my hand.

I could smell you
If I just took a breath.

I had you all around me
So much of you
That I couldn’t kiss you.