Talking to a friend

about your loved one is the --


most intimate thing.

The more you want me,

the more you'll see me, even --


when I am not there.

She is taking care,

he keeps kissing it away --


with his laziness.

Is thinking ahead

..a Pleasure Dome
..in which you know that
..he will take a shower and then
..you know by the smell of his musk
..what awaits you?

....the art of stumbling in such a way
....that a competitor comes to your aid
....and moving along with your apparent fall
....is crushed by an inconspicuous push
....after which you whine
....about his undeserved end?

......depleting the earth
......by colonizing mineral
......resources and that everyone
......puts together a survival kit
......for all conceivable disasters?

........the Dark Palace of the question
........of how you want to die, not now
........but later with you or rather
........alone with a black pill
........against unbearable suffering
........or a hopeless existence?

Or is it too tiring?

Prometheus thinks ahead.
I too work according to plan.
I think:

I consider the possibilities.
I am critical of my own plans.
I have patience in executing a plan.

What is love now, since

you're gone and I am dying --


in how it was then?

It is best to write

with a fountain pen, with ink --


as warm as your blood.