In A minor

let’s play another tag game until our hearts splash in our chests
our hearts studied by ichthyologists
with their slippery tails
I woman you man/ both carrying our misses among ribs
you and your Argonaut ship/ I and my flock of sheep grazing in the valley

neither my love has wild strawberry lips/ nor my breast is of alabaster
and even you aren’t another Rudolf Valentino
we’re just two masks from commmedia dell’arte
on the same flying carpet
two unique cripples among vertebrates/
I the hunchback from the church made from one single wood trunk
you the redhead bald freckled joker
we measure eye to eye our faults and the illness of the century
that branded on our souls an orange radioactive blossom

today we will forget about incomes and taxes/
we will be the lovers of another millennium
and we shall dance at the ball of those who never become grownups
our last waltz

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