Metaphysical Love

Sehnsucht, sehnsucht!

Amantes sunt amentes.

There are no kisses or lusty eyes,

But contentment, a heart sealed by peace—

Sealed but naked—there is nothing to hide;

And imagine swaying trees and swaying grass.

That is metaphysical love.

Metaphysical love cannot die because it isn’t real.

It slips between the fingers, it runs down like water,

Cold water, ice cold water—but it’s warm.

It prompts dainty questions like:

“Do we love for love or do we love for something else?”

Let’s talk for a while, walking down empty streets

During the night, when the moon is asleep.

We’ll talk about things like snowflakes and literature,

And perhaps the breath in front of us will form pictures.

Beds are soft, but minds are softer, like plump white clouds;

Coffee tables stand straighter than those drunk in love.

Love is patient but metaphysical love waits forever;

The Earth and the Moon never get bored of each other.

I am, I was, the fool and the folly,

But that, I must remember, was only the body:

For skin is cold and fingers go numb;

Our extremities have no fire.

Love — thou art high —

I cannot climb thee —

Encased in soil is a root, delicious and al naturel.

Suppose a breeze blows by.

I have a blanket, you have a blanket;

And we’ll be uprooted by a sweet wind

Onto a platform of metaphysical love,

Strolling across the streaming pathway

Listening to whispering stars.

It grows wild in the forests, low in the ground

Like mushrooms—there is no poison in looking.

Between the moisture and rays of sunlight,

Between the fallen logs and the fauna,

Between the chirping and the—pause,

Perhaps we should insert ourselves there.

In the middle of everything is nothing,

And metaphysical love is found there;

Intersections upon intersections upon dashed lines,

Numbers upon letters upon intellectualized emotions,

A concoction of a blissful void, abyss of passion,

And from the strings of innumerable connections,

Here comes a blossoming—endless spring.

Metaphysical love doesn’t grow on trees or in hearts,

But it rises from in between:

Between two minds, in the gaps between my

Soul and the universe.

Let’s stand in front of each other,

So that it is between us, in the air,

Filling the space with metaphysical love.