A Headlong Act of Love (Podcast)

September 27, 2012

A poetry reading by psychiatrist Richard Berlin, MD.

A Headlong Act of Love

Pantoum From a Line by Pablo Neruda

It was a headlong act of love

when I kissed her. She was gone.

No one could have saved her.

The dialyzer hummed a little love song.

The way I kissed her (she was gone)

was a reflex, a hand to break my fall.

The dialyzer hummed a little love song.

No one saw us, the curtains were drawn.

It was a reflex, a hand to break my fall.

My mouth was on her lips!

No one saw us, the curtains were drawn.

I’m a man who doesn’t take risks.

My mouth was on her lips!

I closed my eyes, but not for long.

I’m a man who doesn’t take risks.

The corridor was quiet, it was close to dawn.

I closed my eyes, but not for long.

Her lips on mine felt soft and warm.

The corridor was quiet, it was close to dawn.

She was dead, but I sang her a song.

Her lips on mine felt soft and warm.

No one could have saved her.

She was dead. I sang her a song-

It was a headlong act of love.

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