Who wakes up my longing in the
morning? You are
Not here. Sunshine through the
skylight, you become
Here. I want the disabled desire
of nothingness in me
To stand erected, to welcome your
falling.
Yes, oh, yes. This is my
encouragement:
You can swirl around me, leisurely,
nonchalantly,
Provoking and titillating the non-me
in me.
The lighted shaft of air
dissolves into the surrounding air,
Elated and euphoric
micro-particles fermenting,
My skin has never inhaled this before,
Even when I poke you, wrap you,
Even when I am beside you,
inside you.
Now, I am nothing but a sack of
snake skin, I can feel
But cannot hold you, because I
am full of holes.
Oct. 27-28, 2018
醒来
谁在早晨唤醒了我？你是不在此的
存在。阳光穿过天窗，你在这里生成。
我身体内的虚空中有残废的欲望，
我是很想挺起的。欢迎你的坠落。
哦，好，好啊。这是一种鼓励：
你可以在我周围缓慢地、不动声色地旋转，
挑逗，似乎在撩拨我那非我的部件。
空气被点亮成柱子，随即消散到空气中，
令人欢欣快慰的微粒子在发酵。
即便我戳你、裹着你，即便
在你身边、在你体内，我的皮肤
也从未呼吸过这样醇厚的空气。
现在，我只是一只感觉敏锐的蛇皮袋，
我有那么多漏气孔，装不了你。
2018年10月29日
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