take two

Take Two


Take that night.

I was transparent. Glistening.

Alive amidst the light and beauty.

Everything I was that night was a gift.

Knowing the source, I was erotic.

My heart beat on my sleeve.

My sleeve was desire.

I was a present.

Thanks, I offer.


Now, I say. Here, I am.

Make more effort. Radiate.

Do not fear such glorious annihilation.

The bit, the bite. Self-judgment.

A faker. Lying to stay.

In the system. Gone. A shade.

Lie there, survive.

Yes, I am in need.

The propitious attitude to survive.


Here’s the thing.

Faking it is also selbsdarstellung.

Authentic on those anxious days.

Exactly the matter. At hand.

What is. The surface of the depth.

I know delight, have touched the holi heart.

I know an art when I see it.

I will speak out when it is elsewhere.

I am a fool, not fooled.


The day yearns to return to the night.

The distance is like twilight.

It belongs to both of us.

I do also take perverse pleasure.

It is joyful to misuse you.

You are here, not there.

You do also take such pleasure.

From that vacant violation.

We are like.