We are what we are not.
The pleasure of kissing
Pursued. When? How? Why? We forgot.
The warm chill you were feeling
When she wanted your face,
When hers hovered over yours,
Hidden, the time, the reason, the place;
You drank her in, it was drinking,
When you licked her on all fours;
Neither time, nor space,
Explains what you were,
When, in light, you were kissing her.
You were both what you were not
Because you kissed each other a lot.
The genius, to be a genius, must forget
Anxieties and troubles. He is loving you yet.
All pain he walls off
When he forgets to worry and forgets to cough,
When he forgets to see
You, he sees you in eternity.
You did hurt him. He did fall.
In the pleasure of the present’s idle wing
He forgets all
By remembering.