some alchemy of phosphoric
connections— a conflagration
seeded in stars before we
were even born, the sympathetic
rise of hair along forehead
and nape. Your gaze translates
into tectonic movements across
the tablecloth, the undulation
of curtains and ceiling lights.
Though the years have aged us both,
rivers of longing grow more and more
into the shape of that archipelago
left behind. When I look into
the depths of your eyes, it is always
my absence I catch, though your mouth
never shapes any chiding word.
~ after “Simpatia” (Sympathy), oil on masonite, 1955; Remedios Varo
In response to Via Negativa: Fire Dream.