ANOTHER ABYSS TO CROSS Comments

What a beautiful, sunny, tranquil day;
no pressures, horrors,
acquaintances or spies.
Bursting with health I am aching from the beauty
of exquisite bodies and kind faces
that draw me back to paganism, fetishism
and ancient myths evoked from
the wailing substance of every beautiful being.
But at nightfall an ineffable memory
quietly stalks me, I resist it,
waiting for the conflict
and finally, I carry myself
as a horse does the wounded.
The people around me are proud of their fears,
talking about their minor wounds,
but nobody notices my open side.
I bleed all night, writing on walls
with my own blood the ancient story of my origin,
while their tales fill the pages of books.
There is nothing on earth more devastating than a woman
you make love to one night only,
and can never find again.
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