Ring-Shaped Union Poem by Karoly Sandor Pallai

We never come back to the
larches of our mendable childhoods,
to pending memories of separation,
of exhausted electrical love.
we depict the phases and shades of
shared lips, of our mulberry otherness.

we consecrate our ephemeral luminosity to
foretoken histories, to never ending formalisms
of romantic luster and window-covered sharings.

where is the stolen reciprocity, our rechargeable
union, the lust, the recently achieved make-belief,
the eye-service and receptivity we’ve longed for?

how can we mediate between our
thrustings, recriminations and the common
will of recreating a past of ecstatically
written glorification: our’s is a history of
transformation nourished by our shared
senses and the harbors of embrace.