Rilke's Demons..

'I don't want the demons taken away because they're going to take away my angels too.' (Rilke)

Sulfuric dreams

My dreams
Are a blend
Of soft air blowing
And sulfur
Extending over
Your desirable
Body

"I've changed my ways a little.."

“I've changed my ways a little, I cannot now
Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream a moment,
You see me there.”
― Robinson Jeffers

 

The surface of things

Some say it is superficial
But it is not

It is
the brilliant seducive
Illusion
That sustains everything
The canvas on which
We paint our dreams
Smooth
Waving
Impenetrable


The cracked varnish
Hiding the same
Dismantled dreams

The necessary
Mystery
Pleasurable
And painful
At times

The distorted reality

The softly
Whispering
Poem

We never know

We never know...
And what we already know is like a wave constantly brought back to the shore. Transformed, sculpted by a sacred wind, submitted to life's questionments and ignorances.
An ever-changing light, to which the eye has to adapt. An ever changing taste, from which the tongue has to grasp the modulations, the flavour. And we transform ourselves this idea, this knowledge, by touching it with our own mind.

Near the edge

The consuming passion  
The Cannibal temptation 
Of the soul
Within
The lovers' game
 
Desire of no respite
In the merger
Necessity
To hold it back 
Yet

All cannot be delivered
And all cannot be said
All cannot BE
Once and for all
Done

No 'definitiveness'
Possible
Because
We are
Infinity

We are
The amplitude
Of our
Uncontainable
Desires


Pleasure
unaccomplished
Suspended
Postponed
Until a mysterious 
Unknown
Worshiped
Rendez-vous

Preserved
and sublimated
In power and despair

Giving one's soul

Would you
Trust me
With your life?
Would you
Trust me
With your breath?

The taste of
Your pleasure
Unequalled
Suspended
In time
And space
Suspended
With mine
In an Heavenly bliss

Giving it all
Receiving it all
To meet
At the extreme and unbridgeable 
Limits

To possess each other
There
Without losing the essence
Of our freedom

I want
Your magnificent
Asphyxia
Willing
Desired
Dedicated
Kneeling down
Panting
Irrepressible

Beautifully
Unsatisfied

I want
your pleasure
Melt with mine
In the dark abysses
Of our bright maze

A flow

Something
Shattered
Irreversible
Undefinable
Though Bursting out
Into 
An obviousness

An offense
A curse
A derailment
A flow
That cannot be
Silenced and soothed
By any glorious
Thoughtful speech

Balance

Holding
His breath
Between
My legs
I own him there
As he wishes
And as I want

To be
Possessed
One by the other
Into total
Blissful
Crucifixion

Night thoughts

Destructive doubt

Time bomb
Stuck
In the heart
Of the broken belly

Scattered pieces
Redeemed
By a Faith
To settle
Here
In loneliness

For we are alone
In this blinding
Bleeding
Knowledge
Of seeing
And understanding
The unbearable
Evidence

Margaret Atwood

“I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.” ~ Margaret Atwood.

In the soul of of the night

Bleed bleed bleed
Bleeding pen
Spitting the pain
Spreading the strain
The outrageous
Sense of betrayal

My words
Are fucking all
The fucking lies

I never am
In resignation
In acceptance
To run away
To run forward 
To live
To love
As magnificently
As it will never be

Not to love him
As it must

To love him
As much as
I can't

To be the hand that lock
And the hand that unlock
And lick
The lack of him
Through my words

Fearing 
The bend of passion
The tumble of 
The feeling of love

Vascillant, calmed
closed,
simply,

Inadvertently,
Hammered by time

By the pains
By his new cravings

Going ahead
In order not to die
In order to power
Not to perish
Into a flaw
Of meaninglessness

To be erased

slowly
Like a whisper

Indistinguishable
The killer gum of time
Maybe

The vertiginous fear
This not frank non-end
Stretching out in doubts

The bleeding insomniac pain
Crushed pen against the desolate crumpled sheet
Bringing forth a thousand fragments of
Resurrection
 
Flickering days

Relentless insults 

Of jealousy

Not to be
Again
Never
And always 

Repeated
Copy and paste
Never the same yet

And if it was no more
It would be nil and pain

Doubts
And nothingness
Almost doubts
The almighty fantasy
Fitting into a frame
Where beautiful
Assassin love
Leaves no respite