Divine Madness

I felt the ebbing away of the light 

till the light was no more

A monkey crouching in a shade 

The rain falling heavily like 

lashings on my small, terrible heart 

And, I, a libertine, could not save it 

I do not save anything at all

While you "suffer like a little kingdom the nature of an insurrection"

I possess no vocabulary to describe what I actually feel 

My eyes are vast storehouses 

Of peculiar, sententious, figures 

These do not see memories calling them out from the crevices 

Nor do they see the mechanical chirrupings of ritual that galls 

Often I am asked, what would I trade, death or shame? 

And often I tell them that the madness you preach, is no longer divine 

You wouldn't have any divination from me! 

My love, 

If anywhere, we can meet

We can possibly meet here

Where I describe a thought by the essence of its smell

And you draw it like carvings on the chapped skin of your knotty legs.

Maybe someday, we'd seek new horizons 

Maybe someday, it would devour us 

Ah, what a delight it would be?

To watch our innocence in the cast of a

giant spectacle of thin air.