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a question of love

come, Alberto,
for all that you would wish for
to me alone,
- all that you can smell
all that you can taste
and all that you have heard
to me alone;
come to my body, my one true friend
and promise me no regrettable death
but freedom in your embrace.
   have you no words for me, Alberto ?
no comfort ? as I never thought for a thousand years
this day would leave me
deserted and pondering on this for another thousand.
Have you not found your life? your meaning?
be still these voices, for they will make me insane.

Do not think for a moment to thank me for this lonely day
yet leave me thinking of another lifetime –
have you not found, as I, your life’s true cause as yet?