lovebot: quote-book: kari-shma:

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming 
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. 
I have forgotten your face, I no longer 
Remember your hands; how did your lips 
Feel on mine?

Because of you, I love the white statues
Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that 
Have neither voice nor sight.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; 
I have forgotten your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to 
My vague memory of you. I live with pain 
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing 
Vines on melancholy walls.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to 
Glimpse you in every window. 

Because of you, the heady perfumes of 
Summer pain me; because of you, I again 
Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.