The passion of your hair
More brilliant and unfathomable in its richness
than the shimmering profundity and lustre of the Milky Way,
the lights and colours of your gorgeous hair
is food enough for an eternity of sleepless nights,
but is my passion worthy your divinity?
Your passion speaks a language far more eloquent
than any body language could express,
and I must try to match it with a similar sincerity,
but such ambition is impossible for mortal limitations.
That's the problem of our passion: it is out of bounds,
and therefore I am by respect reduced to silence,
but rather call it awe, and let another sense take over,
that extraordinary power of the other senses than the five,
since that is what we need to understand and get to know our love.
So let us dwell for all eternity in outer worlds
than this so sorrowful mundane and trivial one
with all its most pathetic bodily and sorry limitations
to stretch out with the ambition of our love
for fruits of even stranger trees than the forbidden ones of knowledge
and of right and wrong, to celebrate together
that intimacy with stranger secrets of eternity and life and death
than ever could be properly expressed by human passion.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-10-19 at 10:26
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