Wittgenstein’s lion (8)

says of the corporeity of love,

if we see each other as two imperishable wholes

and hide our twin thirsts,

& it seems we do; and if it seems we're not our-

selves but reeking rabbit flesh,

pushing to possess more of what is very irreal,

& more of you inside myself;

and if never becoming simply aroused affects,

possesses and arouses,

and if I'm barely 1% heart, stupendous as it seems,

and am barely myself:--

if all this is true and it seems it is and you must die,

a bocca aperta...