It would perhaps be pleasant to be alternately victim and executioner.
—Baudelaire
Alternately, let me be the flame
and the fuel consumed,
the water and the thirsty soil,
the kiss and the longing for the kiss.
Alternately, let me be the gift and
the one who receives, alternately
transparent and rich with secrets,
alternately rooted and wandering.
But when it comes to loving,
let it be impossible to tell
the lover from the beloved,
the one holding from the one
who’s being held, the one who
wishes from the wish itself.
That last stanza especially keen, but set up so well by the previous alternatelies.
Dear Rosemerry, you are in all your youth and beauty a wise woman and what you say, pours out of a full heart.
Today you can bath in wisdom demonstrations and enjoy them or not – your poems stay with me all day long.
Thank you!
What a beautiful comment, dear Gerdi, thank you. I am so grateful you tell me that the poems find a resonance. YOUR words will linger with me. 🙂 Joy to you! Rosemerry