I’ve been into realms where

It was dangerous to enjoy obsession. 

I traveled through the slippery lines

Of a violent face

The gaze, bitter like the one of an old dirty homeless man

The face, oval, fragile, young, like the one of a helpless child

And whatever I saw in it traveled through every

Vein in my body.   I incorporated the face.

I loved it; I loved the transgression

The transgression of seizing what was forbidden to me. 

The clandestine fuck.  Fucking the seeing seer

Without his knowledge.  Fucking him

Without him even knowing

What I wanted for me. 

And so I went to where he was, to

Where I could find him

So I could secretly give myself to him,

Secretly, like a body which gets transformed into  a mere ghost,

Secretly, without him knowing it was me.

Yes, because he didn’t even know who I was

The recipient of his pleasure, to wear and tear,

This pleasure that exhaled through his mouth, his eyes

His face.  He had a very sexual face. 

Watery eyes, dramatic nostrils, full lips,

This aimless facial pleasure that I inhaled with my eyes. 

Because, like a smoke that forms a translucent image

That penetrates your head

It went everywhere.