I have the carnal desire to betray your memory,
I want to give myself to another body
to prove that I’m capable of living without you.
I want to kiss other fingers to forget about yours,
your flavor skin fingertips.
To offer myself almost in my reduced totality to another being.
I want another soul to attest to your absence,
your lost love,
your distance.
I want other eyes to explore my body
and I want them, among many others,
to remind me that I’m still alive.
I need to assure myself that I’m still liquid inside,
that I’m a hurricane,
that I’m an earthquake
and that I’m a handful of dust
that cascades apart with a touch.
In other arms, I will try to forget those nights…