There was nothing more alluring
   than observing her gallop through the evening,
      swimming along the riffs
   as they sailed from the stage.
How could I look away?

Where could I run?
    to escape the strangulation
        of her arms coiled round my neck
    as if I was all that anchored her to this earth.
But I grew accustomed to her passionate demeanor.

She was one of those dreams
    that ended as they began.
        In a state of delirium and confusion
    heavy limbs, fatigue of the bones,
an intensity that felt liquid, fading.

And like a dream,
    I recall only a fraction
        of the dances, the hazy bedroom scenes.
    the curtain of unconsciousness
has saved my tongue from insatiable avidity.

She pinched me.
I awoke.