poem#17

As I push you far and far

And you push me far and far

Across the fragile touch of time and memories of massacre

I see,

I see bit by bit:

It is not love that I am after

But the absence of it!

It is absence that

drives my pen

spills my verse

coins my glory

subdues your curse!

I hail your absence!

I hail the absence of love!!