Festival of Lights

My love! Forever whisper in my ear. Let your sweet whispers caress my hidden warp and weft, my hidden veil, after the winding corridor of darkness and bitterness. Whisper in my ear, faithless toward the lie of nothingness that has clawed at our faces. Every moment your breaths, every moment, are lamps in the lightless hallway of my house — my soul. And my gaze it seems is windows brimming with the dances of your festive lights facing the world outside. Whisper in my ear, and hold me tight in the ring of your arms against your naked body; tighter! Like a string of green and blue lights around the trunk of a plastic pine. They will fade, they will fade, the false distances between two hearts: two trusts, two gifts, in one bed, in our breast. At midnight — on our first night — I unwrapped the foil of your hidden gift and you, my love, with tears of joy I pressed to my breast. And in that moment was set up the marble of a statue of two figures naked, entwined, upon the column of time. Your words, ardent, unveiled, hang from the lobe of my ear, shining all night long without going out. Whisper in my ear, my love, a garden of red roses comes to life, dances between your lips...