Sweet ghost, why do you visit me <br />as in other times our bodies visited each other? <br />Your transparency dampens my skin <br />coming together in caresses that can never happen <br />no one ever received a kiss from a vanished face. <br /> <br />But you insist, sweetness. I hear your voice, <br />the same voice, the same tone, <br />the same light syllables <br />and the same deep breath of longing <br />with which you dissolved in pleasure. <br /> <br />And our final rest from love, <br />then I am convinced, that I hear your name, <br />the only part of you that hasn't dissolved <br />and that continues existing, pure sound. <br />I embrace what? <br />The mass of air you have turned into. <br />And I kiss, I kiss the nothingness intensely. <br />My beloved destroyed being, why do you return <br />and are you as real as you are illusory? <br /> <br />I no longer can tell if you are a shadow <br />or if you always were a shadow, and our story <br />is fiction in a painfully deciphered book. <br />Will I one day know your real body <br />as today I know how <br />to embrace the mist as one embraces <br />a platonic ideal in space? <br />Does desire endure for you who no longer are <br />dear absent one, to persecute me gently? <br />I never thought that the dead <br />would have the same passion as in past days <br />and that they could transmit it to us with kisses <br />of blazing fire and multi-colored ice. <br /> <br />Your burning visit consoles me <br />Your burning visit desolates me <br />Your visit, hardly a pittance of charity.<br /><br />Carlos Drummond de Andrade<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apparition-of-love/
