A Walk in the Mountains

We are hot beneath our skin, beneath this shirt. We are burning hot from the circling of the fierce red flush in all our veins. The bite of the air outside breaks in the air of our bodies: fire within fire in our embrace, with the lust of love... There is no going out, there is no forgetting. Fire within fire, it stays ablaze. Our yesterday’s ash has become the bed of today’s flame. In the air of sunset, dancing, they rise into the air, the sparks of our rosy embers. Visible from afar, hot up close, this bed of earth on the mountain path, this bright point: the end of the spell, the beginning of us, the beginning of me... What was my name? Or what shape did I have? Was I a thorn on the path? Or a pine tree in an orchard? What ambitions was I cooking in the pot of my head? Conquering the world, and bringing the world, hands bound, to its knees at my court? Where there was nothing but a rotten building, painted with livid shapes and eerie letters? A storeroom with fallen plaster and a swollen ceiling. A storeroom on whose door I had written the name Court, imagining it would become a “Court”. What was my name? Free or slave? With the name Free, I was a slave, bound with the hard chain of words, without eyes and ears, the plaything of a handful of decrees, a handful of delusions, in the dark prison of the mind, without the circling of blood in the veins, cold-blooded, cold-blooded in every bloodshed, as if captive to a spell and dead... You came near my “dead” self, I grew hot beneath this shirt, from the wandering of your lips over my skin, from the circling of the fierce red flush in my veins. I grew hot, burning hot, and the links of the chain melted as if in my heart, in the fierce fire of lust, in the embrace of love. There is no going out, there is no forgetting. Look into my eyes! My dark pupils drink in the whole of your gaze. Stroke my skin, the cold chambers of my body kiss your warmth. Now I take you with all my embrace in the soft, hot bed of ashes, look at the vermilion embers that rise dancing into the air...