Claudia Moscovici

The painful poignancy of desire

Illness

All-consuming warmth
Closed eyes burn
Emanating red sparks
Through wet eyelashes
In the heat of the summer
My body shivers with cold
Prodded by aches in muscles
I never even knew existed
As my mind, despite its spasms
Finds tranquility
In a semi-vegetative state
The signs of personality
Trickle out with the sweat
I’m bereft of my thoughts
But not of feelings
For now I’m pure sentient being
Tears cooling my cheeks
As I hear your soothing voice
Reassure me with sparse words
As your eloquent, worried silence
Tells me that in my sufferings
As in my joys, I’m not alone.