< frieNd Woman.... You.... >

bY < vOyA >



THE TRUTH OF TWO
iN A SiNGLE BODY, A SiNGLE SOUL,
OH TOTAL BEiNG... — OCTAViO PAZ


I am sleeping....
I am looking for friend,
Woman....

She is gorgeous you know....

MMM....
I'm lost at university—
buildings and cement ground
an uncomfortable presence....
but I am fine. Really I am.
Meanings and feelings
forming everywhere.
Places where nobody goes visible to me
finally, and there is happiness here;
depths where moments so divine
fill my reality till it
brims full
with life....

( silence )

Ahhh, I'm drift-drifting,
and yes.... here you are at last....

Not Woman....
You.

Between us
no sadness, no awareness of time
or anything like that.
Just life
silken and so damn delicious....
Desirous.

I can feel
everything flutter....

> > >

( whispering )

What I can't understand
seems to lead me....
All that curiosity—
such a mysterious mix of
magic and melancholy—ANON....
drawing me closer
and closer

to Ecstasy.

> > >

And then....
we walk into classrooms,
down corridors—
searching, stunned by the
beauty of the place, its disarming
eroticism....

Words and feelings
charged with extra spice!

You are laughing
and I walk as you walk
your feet beneath mine—

And just look at these graceful steps we take!

Me helping our walk
just as you ask....

That smile of yours
just everything to me.

Each of us knowing
the friend Woman....
Absent still.

> > >

But then,

"She is found," you whisper....

And I just smile.

> > >