Masked identity
Let me keep you hanging in the air
in blind incertitude of what I am and where
for the suspension of our love
to keep it up
in view of all but beyond reach
just for the fun of it,
in order that you must not lose it out of sight.
For love, like any baby, needs untiring attendance
and demands more energy than anything in life;
for it is life itself in its most basic flame
that keeps life burning and alive and warm,
which we all need, who never wish to tire
of remaining lovers.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2008-01-10 at 13:22
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