Ode to Giovanni
TW: death, sex, pain
I loved Giovanni
I loved his name, the way he spoke, the way he thought, the way he pulled us in deep
The way he fell in love
The way he became obsessed
With a man who could never love him back, who would never let himself
Love him back.
A man who was trapped in an adamant society
Trapped in a skin of superficiality, a skin of ignorance
A man confined to a rigid role, a rigid reality
A man confined to the Garden of Eden
A man unwilling to bear with the beast
A man who could only live within himself,
Or that beast would awaken.
A man inextricably bound to his author
Inextricably bound to me.
They fell in love in Giovanni’s Room.
A small room, strewn with empty bottles
Heavy red wine, seeping on the floor
In here, Giovanni was rotting.
This was the evidence of his turmoil