Letter II

This is not love.
It’s the Schumann Resonance
that affects us both –
and yet we thought
we were experiencing
growth.

I have x-rayed the bones
of this hybrid skeleton –
the shapes could not be defined.
We have become
so familiar, utterly refined
that
we have estranged ourselves
deeply,
irreversibly.

Loving thee
is the elevated, elegant version
of
hypertension –
in a detached and impersonal manner,
we give – we need – we draw – we pay
we love
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Attention.

©2007 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Laurie Lipton –

Dove sta memoria

Good evening.
This is –
our last meal together
– forever.
Secluding the belly – nourishing bliss.

Each arrival makes them smile
As a tune of the departure
That leaps the eon and tricks the mile.

Eternity is not <<forever>>,
eternity is <<out of time>>.
This distance is a song –
to awe, to dance, to chime.
Ding dong

©2007 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Nan Goldin –