You play, you win, you play, you lose. You play.
It’s the playing that’s irresistible.
Dicing from one year to the next with the things you love,
what you risk reveals what you value.
To kiss well one must kiss solely. No groping hands or stammering hearts.
The lips and the lips alone are the pleasure. Passion is sweeter split strand by strand.
Divided and re-divided like mercury then gathered up only at the last moment.
I say I’m in love with her. What does that mean?
It means I review my future and my past in the light of this feeling.
It is as though I wrote in a foreign language that I am suddenly able to read.
Wordlessly, she explains me to myself.
Like genius, she is ignorant of what she does.