THE FEAST

("A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism" - Georges Bataille)

Between carnality and love,

body is bruised.

Cigarette burns, torture wounds, scars

become light pecks, hickeys.

Passionate touches: that's what

The official document says.

It always begins with a kiss -

Our warm lips

on your soft bosom.

Soon we were nibbling,

chewing into you,

we, with all our beaks;

Some had pens, some guns,

some jabbed at you with official orders,

while some were doing their duty.

The feast lasting a century

on History's table.

Leaders, masses, army and police,

Poets, intellectuals and revolutionaries,

all drunk on your blood.

The vultures are passed as flamingos.

The blood as essential crop milk.

Your gorged-on body

is a carcass now.

Who could have thought

it can all start with a kiss, a body,

A law and a land.

KISS

I taste your lips 

On my tongue

Like dentist's tools

Long after the tooth has been

Extracted -

The throbbing

The wound

The blood

The steel

FORGETTING AND BERNOULLI'S THEOREM

How do you fall in Love? or
What do you love
When you love someone:

You love her hands

Those feathery hands

Casually hanging by your shoulder

When you experienced

The first throes of intimacy

Those little hands 

Containing the enormity of world

Those lines flowing like rivers 

The continents in-between

You could spend eternity there, or

That bright forehead 

You kissed with your fingers

And found your lips 

Hanging by the knots of her hair, and

In a mystical ascent 

Your body attained a different meaning:

Your fingertips have lips now

And your lips eyes.

We love like mountaineering
Climbing each part with courage
And dedication
For that view
At the top.

How do you forget someone? or
What do you forget
When you forget someone:
No! It doesn't happen part by part.
The mountain vanishes.
The view falls.
We miss the whole being of someone.
That someone, who was there
And now isn't.
The total absence of a presence.

That someone is now an eternal memory
Passing before you at high speed
And you're so close to it
That a feathery remembrance
Can suck you in.