dolorous interludes.

i awoke with the sudden impulse to read Cyril's works once more, after having not touched it for almost some many months now; his words spoke to me like the gleaming reflection of the waters; so much the more that i should need to put up one of his works(and perhaps more in the days to come as i breathe more his words and nuances). This is edited slightly to suit my purpose though, and with this i bring you Cyril's "All its manifestations".

"Decided she knew nothing about
what love meant,
even as she aptly displayed

all its manifestations, pronouncing
her love
to her boyfriend before going to bed

every night for the past year.
Took him
to long nights of occasional gatherings at various

households he had hoped to come along to,
And made love
to him once every few weeks.

Started wondering if she was only
lying
to herself, in particular, or whether

love was indeed a euphemism for
something less
simplified, glorious and whole,

or a simple need dressed up in
something more
selfless, honourable, unworldly? "

posted by voyeur @ 10/28/2003 02:33:00 PM