B

B?ene-b?ene(1)

And still his smell hovers on my lips
Like the perfume of the N.W.P(2)
And I bite hungrily into its centre
Refusing myself to pass beyond
With my mind trapped like a memory
On permanent reconstruct

Left like lust looping the strategy
Of you in the vein of swelling at the core
Of my being, masking desire
As I let go and give myself up

Screaming: Mbote, B?ene-b?ene
Remove and guide me, cast resistance,
As I breathe greed, let be my distance,
As I feed you into the yearning
Spreading in the leaving of my air.

Footnotes

(1) The truest-truth
(2) The lover's constant thought: the other owes me what I need. Yet
for the first time, I am really afraid. I fling myself on the bed, I
mull over the situation and I decide: from now on I will not make any
attempt to possess the other.
The N.W.P (the non-will-to-possess, an expression imitated from the
Orient) is a reversed substitute for suicide. Not to kill oneself (for
love) means: to take this decision, not to possess the other. [Barthes,
1990, p232]