That you can feel bipolarly giddy with excitement one moment;
Decidedly devastated the next.
This really is a tango for one not two;
like a complex arrangement rendered for solo guitar
The other stands no chance
For how do you 'hear'
when a word is merely seen?
Things do not always 'se repondent'; not always can you see
the collapsing of categories
long known,long held
to correspond.
And this
in a love which speaks different tongues.
Sweet, languorous ecstasy.
Something meant,
Something heard.
Something pierced
Out of turn.
faceless, nameless, sometimes woebegone.
* This title comes from the work of an author I love much, Tom Robbins. Anything else isn't his fault.
