the agony

to love like this

that crawls on skin

and enters whenever

it wants in

to love like this

as temptations swell

and yearning nights

bring days in hell

to love like this

in tune to the tune

fearless of the fear

I lie here consumed

the agony is

to love like this

knowing this love

has yet to exist

(“Nymph and Faun” by Salvarore Fiume)