You won’t talk of this, a censorship
that originates from your own lip.
You won’t talk to the one you love.
You cannot. The vital part
of yourself loses eye and heart—
in a contest to best see
the one you love, who won’t be
anything but a dream. The harsh regret
feels like a dull thing that hasn’t happened yet.
The affair was exciting. Therefore it feels obscene.
Why not use a third party? A go-between?
You’ve censored it. Because it feels obscene.
Can you walk towards the one you love?
It is forbidden. Social rules
turn the sensitive into helpless fools.
Everything that should be plain is hidden
because life must move unconsciously.
You walked directly by and immediately you knew
your inward vision once again failed you.
You see enough. Because you cannot see.