Louis Antoine
by Fatimah

mon ange infâme
(Decize, 25/08/1767 – Paris, 28/07/1794)

You are the thing of me I
miss and the lump in my throat on the
threshold of a New
Era.
We are to celebrate a reverse
Eucharist now. We drink wildly its
wine - as we walk on by along the bare blinking of the
ages.
You see that: all the wisdom from ancient
traitors  has been
defeated just by one
step of your leather
boots – that impudent of you !
Beloved Jack of Spades: the edge
of a blade won’t
tear us apart –
(it was such a long ago…)  - your fault - it’s my
fault – and how I love it !
Take off your jacket and dare
my sides to
learn of you and sweat
for  the Time of the Body is twisted into our
fingers, dear – my destiny depends on our
lips (they cross
 again). Mon Antoine: Love is the only
Law you won’t
ever
forget. All this fever belongs to
us (so unredeemable) – ‘cause
you are all for me and more and
more and
more and
more and
more for
me.
Let our starving secrets
Come.

Je t’aime