I loved you bottomless
With no echo, in the effort
Muzzled by your time
I loved you as a lent
 I drunk to the dregs your mucus
So that none of your transudations should escape me
That you could have, in spite of you, abandoned to the ground
Licked your chaps with the tip of my tongue
I loved you like a second skin
I cradled in my hollow arms, to learn it, your absence
I walked without edge, hindered by your thorn
I loved you, neglecting the persistent sensation of a slight hunger
Of this radiant agony, I have known nothing

January 2015