I would love you most if I didn't love you at all,
for a pebble shines in the sea, but is dull on a shelf,
a stuffed bird is only good for collecting dust,
a thought is destroyed in the process of expression.
And yet something compels us to bring stones from the beach,
to kill and stuff all kinds of birds for vain display
and talk ceaselessly, framing our sentiments with the precision
of a hired assassin. Something compels us to find a person,
a target, anything to sink our little claws into
and never let go. What we really love is our limitations,
everything else is an excuse for this addictive desire
to limit things, because only then can we connect with them.
I don't want to shackle you by what I feel for you
and, by my touch and kiss, to make you tangible like death.
Homage to Camoens 5
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