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.