I sit in my boudoir to write a letter for you from afar
I spill some ink, bite the feather's end and light my cigar
The pages that are still blank have absorbed my memory
Now I feel drained with void in my belly and skin as dry as emery
I close my eaves and give a fleeting glance on time gone by
But let bygones be bygones, I've just become reconciled to evil eye
Thus I square my shoulders and start flooding paper with words
I write about the place where we'll harrier nests of thunderbirds
A place beyond horizon, tangerine fields and judgement of God
And in our coach for two you'll whisper something creepy and odd
We'll drink from slender champagne glasses heated twilight dew
And I will fool around, being reduced to a thing that wants only you
Under italic sun the mob will look so simple, bustling and flat
And we will bet if I don't surrender to my instinct at the first onset
You will throw over your admirers, responsibilities and still small voice
You will give yourself up to the dark of the river and I'll jest and rejoice
At nights I will get a bit tipsy of you, like of old yellow wine
At week-ends you'll get evil, praising me with looks - wrathful and divine
At vineyards, trattorias and groves I'll unconsciously clench my fists -
The proof that I want you so frightfully, and observe how my reason twists
And you will mock me with words that like Salome you bring the Death
But when the summer time sighs, fades, gives out its last breath
You'll wave with the silken rouge shawl and go melting and fleeing
Sometimes I doubt that love is a feeling but a matter of seeing -
Seeing you. So maybe now curled in a robe in my own cloakroom
I feel so confused and deranged - my letter is still full of grey and gloom
My mouth is sewn, I'm lost and blindfold, though inkwell's still full
Thus I should just bethink and take of desires and memories handful -
The world is changed because you are made from ivory and gold
The curves of your lips rewrite history let this by my poor heart be mourned and told
From O.
To my dear boy.
I feel that something is happening and you are driving me to the very edge.