The limits of joy
I look
into you ,
deep, and
find myself.
A madness seizes me,
I hold
you and tremble
at the sudden knowledge
of how
precious
you are to me,
a value
that
can’t be computed
because
it has
become infinite…
a
pleasure that
has become limitless.
We are locked in
ecstasy
and this
doubles up my life ,
gives
fuel and reality
- a kind
of art-
a fulfillment
just
because you are
and you
exist.
We go on
and on,
touching the limits
of joy and
pain,
fear, doubt
wiped out
from
the face of the earth…
Serenity
and violence
incredibly one!
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