How could I ever choose
between the fire and the lava?
Between the flames of fire
that devour my flesh,
with its sinuous movements,
that beguile my body
and its wild smell
burning and gently tormenting me,
and the warm embrace of the lava
that pervades my skin,
exalts my senses
and fills my hands and soul
with hot ardour.
I cannot choose between the two of you
I don’t want to choose between the two of you
but if one day I must
I will choose but I will not choose
and I would reread this poem
to remind me that love
has always two heads,
one looks ahead
and the other behind.

June 13, 2021