Αγάπη και Έρως (Devotion and Fever)

I lie in bed,
Awake,
Awake,
Awake.

You lie there too, asleep.
Breathing calmly, slowly,
In
Out
In.

The minutes run, I write
Emotions misplaced,
Entangled.
No rest.
No rest.
No rest.

Outward vista, αγάπη,
A love to utter its call,
Unconditionally, eternally,
Each day,
Repeating.
Repeating.
Repeating.

Inner inferno, έρως,
The heat of lust
That rips and claws,
Aches and scars
Again
And again
And again.

A look that burns,
Through rapt, deep eyes,
Enflaming me,
That primal pulse,
Of desire,
Of longing,
Of fire.

Αγάπη και Έρως
Devotion and Fever
Waging barbarous war
On themselves,
On me,
On you.

I lie in bed,
Splitting and shuddering
In febrile duality
Awake,
Awake,
Awake.

An ode to Berlin lovers / to be casual

To touch and kiss,
To hold and gasp,
Feeling bodies,
Humming souls,
Is to be casual.

To be causal yet not deny
The kindled current shooting
From you to me and me to you
Through bodies tightly pressed.

To repeat the weak intention,
To talk of lovers queued,
Reiterating frail assurance,
Is to be casual.

To be casual and sense
A cowardice of painful break
Splintered under press,
Reduced to mere pretense
Of being casual.