POETRY

Was love a glass full of wine

That we downed without delay

Whenever we saw each other?

But now that a sharp blade

Has severed its vine from the roots

Will this glass of love remain empty?

Will you no longer be able to love me

As you did the first time

You gazed at my eyes

And so warmly pressed me to your chest

That like a single tree in the lightening

I lost all of my leaves

And became completely naked?


Is love dependent on hormones?

Will you be able to keep your soft womanly voice

Whenever you say "I love you"

Or will it turn masculine like my roar?

Will your beautiful body

lose all of its secretive curves

And, like my manly body,

Reduce to a straight column

Holding the burden of a head?

Will our sky from now on

Become empty of sudden showers

And will I no longer be able to get wet

With the pouring of your love?


In the empty waiting room

I am overwhelmed with tears

I wish I were next to you

So that I could prove

That love is not bound to hormones.

Am I deceiving myself

Or is there truly something in you

Beyond glands and hormones

That pulls me toward you for life?

Let me glide down that endless hall

And reach your bed without delay.

The first kiss will tell us

That love is immune

To a surgeon's blade.


September 15, 2011