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dying without dying

Egon Schiele. The hug. 1917. Oil on canvans. 100 x 170 cm. Österreichische Galerie, Vienna, Austria.

Come. Come on. Like this you kiss. We pack. I drag you. You key in the dark, glowing darkness, open, black, hidden reverse swallow or so blue, black, throbbing. Oh so, so, anxious, soft lips, wavy, pink skin or soft corals, so fine. So, so, absorbed, more, more, sucked. Thus, all the time. From a distance, from the deep, sweet ointments separated, loved, drunk with a frenzy of desperate love. My only, my only, lonely food, my wet, dripping into my mouth, slid into my being. Love. My love. Oh, oh. I regret. You're hurting me. Grattami, LIMAM, pants you in me, and begins again, with teeth and throat, dying in agony, making it again, dying again, so forever, forever, in the dark, burning darkness, yoked night, love, dying without dying, love, love, love, eternally.

Rafael Alberti, Songs for Altair

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