You Know
You only love what you cannot touch, for you know that your touch would mar any object of love beyond recognizability. You love what is fleeting only because it has no regard for you, can never be hurt or destroyed by you.
And you dream of being equally untouchable, you sit and think of the perfect love: some divine dualism where each regards the other equally and neither is capable of inflicting pain or suffering it.
People generally don't understand how this could be love. They're so used to, so hardened by, being with one another that they just assume love always entails pain.
We watchers of cloud, tracers of stars, we collectors of broken glass and broken light, we who love with camera and pen, with mind and soul, we know.
And you dream of being equally untouchable, you sit and think of the perfect love: some divine dualism where each regards the other equally and neither is capable of inflicting pain or suffering it.
People generally don't understand how this could be love. They're so used to, so hardened by, being with one another that they just assume love always entails pain.
We watchers of cloud, tracers of stars, we collectors of broken glass and broken light, we who love with camera and pen, with mind and soul, we know.
posted by piloo at Sunday, February 06, 2005
1 Comments:
does this mean....
we only touch what we do not love?
and.... our lover does not reflect our beauty? Destruction is only hate and pain? do we really have to talk about or/and inflict pain? what does hate entails? equally to love.... doesn't it entail both.... pain and joy? or not? love & hate, equal?
we.... you love, how?
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