Every time I open a horizon, I find myself
on the brink of the kind of dreams
that you steal from a man
who only says I love you when he comes.
Yes, I am thinking of a specific person.
He wanted many things but most of all,
he wanted proof of his own restraint,
which he studied first by accumulating power
and then by not using it. It is very satisfying
to make someone like that come,
it lets you compare the connotations
of power, cruelty, authority. Which of them
is reducible to the others? Which do you fuck?
Which do you marry? Which do you kill?
Jon Tyson