O, how can I take interest in art,
When all is within a frame encaged?
When beauty is kept from me apart,
And the words cannot escape the page?
I have felt art travel through me in a body’s form,
Wrestled with finer hair than any filigree,
Keenly caressed by soft hands – by beauty torn
O, when will life beat again for me?
All the genius of the world becomes as spiritless lead,
When your life-renewing bliss inspirits me not,
I lie pallid – anesthetized – in Apathy’s own bed;
A patient, unmedicated – by love’s nurses forgot
Infuse me with your blood – hatch phoenixes in my cells –
Lend me your lungs through the donation of a kiss;
Replace torpid silence with the clamour of your bells,
And if I needs must miss you – give me something to miss!
Give me time – give me touch – give me a new pair of wings!
So I can take flight into realms unknown,
Show me the resistless curvature of Infinity’s rings,
And let me learn how happiness can find its home,
In the nestlings and nuzzlings of enraptured lovers, conjoined,
In The Milk Way Woman – and the star-blackened Man,
From the imperilled pageantry of illusion were we protestlessly purloined,
But how Reality teases – it will – and it can!
To satisfy your dreams in the shriek of a moment,
Inviting you into the halls of its opulent repast,
And then to be thwarted by endless postponement,
Dull cloying heaviness bereaves – leaves you aghast,
Now tyrannized by ghosts – malignant memories –
Until that triumphal hour when your happiness returns,
Directionless, adrift, on sea-monstered seas,
By the profits of pain is your currency earned
While passion, in the meantime, is stoked in the waiting,
A fire needs contact to be quenched and subdued,
With emotion-filled waters – it yearns for the mating –
It gives up the pursuit on being pursued
What then? What then? Only you can decide
If from this gallery I am ghostlessly removed,
Over-fathom me with your waters –pulse in your tide –
May this pale, languorous statute with frail flesh be renewed
For, if flesh must be frail – I want you to kill mine –
To make it wear away by being over-touched,
Rend me with your thorns – choke me with your vines –
Don’t give me just enough – but too much, too much!
I want to be consumed by the onslaught of your closeness,
To be carved apart, dismembered, by a body too soft,
Reduce to ruins my temporal fastness,
In your blood-drawing clutches lift me aloft!
In that tender oblivion of interweaving pulsation –
You can be the stars – I will be the night –
Fill me up with a supernova’s bedazzalation!
Show me how softness can murder all might
All might, all night, talk and breathe hard till morning,
An asthma attack – or Euphoria’s Curse?
Shock me – terrify me – give me no warning –
No time to notify coroner or hearse
I am wealthy with new passion – lustful for spending –
The merging of opposites – the serpent and the bow –
Coiling or uncoiling – ended and never-ending –
Loving the unknown in what we wish to be known
And so I wait patiently, with impatient yearning,
Exhausted by desire – enlivened – inflamed –
And in-between two sheets, with fertility burning,
I long to hear your softly whimper my biblical name