Lemon Mysticism

The blade passed — the blade of separation — over the skin through the heart and split mercilessly us from each other; like two halves of a lemon fallen under the knife on the tablecloth; now we seek each other’s lost half — who seeks, finds — we find each other we smell each other caressing and then with our whole mouths we drink each other’s juices we suck to the last drop and transformed by each other’s water we stay afloat immersed in a lemon ascension at the table...