Memory

Memory, sweet torturer, your thorns are my blisses...
Could I ever live without your painful kisses?
Would I bare the burden of existing in this life
If deprived of your touch, which is deadly as a knife?

Crush me with everything that was and is no more,
with all I ever knew, with everything I saw...
Let all my night ghosts haunt me every day
and let your flashing light burn me as I decay...

Now I am alone, come and take me; that's my plea,
You're everything to me...

1996