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
With David
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
Within himself
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
Cardboard boxes
Heavy red wine, seeping on the floor
String
Leather
Concrete
Filth
A mess
In here, Giovanni was rotting.
This was the evidence of his turmoil
His torment