I love you today. Balzac.

I know the face of my love as the sailor knows the open sea.

Balzac: “I know the face of my love as the sailor knows the open sea.”

As I’m gazing into this New Year,  I see what happened in all those years gone by, where it happened and why:

Your look when I carefully removed the glasses from your face. I swear butterflies whirred around your head. I put my hand over those cool eyes forever.

The bridge where I first pressed my leg against your supple centre. Behind the bridge, a river. Behind that river, the mountains. Behind them: a moaning sun.

Because all thoughts had been thought, all feelings had been felt, all words had been uttered by others already. But we hadn’t met yet.

My head hurts. I must lay down before the fire cracks it open. A snow man serves coffee across the road now. I turn my mind into a blue cloud. Clear as cotton, I float away.

À votre santé, mes amis.

 

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