The Last Desire For Desire Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

Let's talk about the ash!
touch it…
touched again
with the most veritable illusion
we have ever lived;
to re-morph, and re-unite
the parallel lines of M—of our hearts!
—let's stir through remnants
for smouldering embers!
inhale…
—can you breathe the death?
can we breathe
with such anoxic lungs?
—let us smoke the last cigarette!
it tastes like death—but helps with it!
you know…
the last desire for poison—the last poison of desire:
to ex-terminate the flame
which has not entirely burned its wick:
—let's live a little before death!
—in its toxic fumes?
—Yes! …Yes! …
let's flagellate ourselves with fire!
let's feel how it feels
to intoxicate ourselves
with the last desire
for desire!