This moment is so dense for me that I cannot weigh eight
years of trust, love and companionship with a few hours of magic, romance and lust. I do not know what I miss the most. Is it the confidence of a long-term companion or the ecstatic breath of a short-term lover? When the former was a Trojan humanism, the latter presented an orgasmic experience with a young orient god.
This is a dual between a human and a god, between time and timelessness, an epic battle between right and wrong. A combination of contradictions which had their epicenter in I. Ah! The time I was in a conflagration of beauty!
The lover who smelled of everything forbidden failed to find in me anything dangerous but poetry. He swam in it until he could take no more. Time, like the hungriest tide, devoured us.
The friend who is of reason and righteousness holds me when I give myself to the evil depths of pleasurable fantasy. Truth is the carbon of time and I am the firewood.
