FROM YOU TO ME TO YOU

You once told me
my taste has nothing
to do with human.

That my flavour Is that
of the ancient temples.

That I carry the aroma
of burning incense.

That at times I seem
but an apparition.

But that you like me best
when I'm very concrete
and tangible.

And since your words
are my words...

All I can say is –
the same goes for you,

my heavenly being,
my beloved man...