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A Dance Farewell
After thirty years of missing her I knew that I had never loved her, yet there she is crouching naked over my face wanting more and I as willing as ever. Ghosts are more potent than the living, a sexual fantasy more gently erotic than the bruising struggle between flesh and blood. Once (a long time ago), a huge python slid into my house. I watched it cross the floor, not mesmerized, but struck into a stillness by its very existence, the gravity of its conjunction with my eyes, its alien presence. You come to me now not as an object of love, not as a memory, but as a presence, a conjunction with my libido, and something else… Last night tiny black ants were moving slowly around the kitchen floor, of course I sprayed them with ant-killer. This morning there are corpses to brush away, Then I see one lone ant travelling from one poisoned cadaver to another, as if confirming a reality it had never experienced before. It seemed almost like a ritual, a dance of farewell. The dead are always with us, never changing, always the same, and there is no brush and no away. I realize now what you still mean to me, it is something we never meant to each other in life; it’s now a ritual in a fantasy landscape where ‘farewells’ are more real than any past love.
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