The lighthouse
#poetry
In the air a subtle smell of juicy bone
I follow the trail drooling and licking myself
but my master just raised his hand
and made an indefinite gesture
I put the bone there.
Now there is no longer even that "you'll see".
A wall, with a heart of mortar,
of refractory stone, numb.
I feel my love contract
like the matter of a black hole.
As long as the light of this summer will want me alive
I will see life from dusk,
but, if I can choose, I want a lighthouse,
a tower in the middle of the sea,
with a small beach.
I will hear the sound of the waves
from my window
the undertow will wash away the pain
it will purify me.
Every grain of sand
every sun-dried crab shell
they will be imbued with my love.
I'll forget the meager harvest of my life
God will come down to touch me
and I won't need anyone anymore.
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