no limit to love. the valves are
oiled. the engine is screaming.
so found, so distrusting, forced
into every alley. the battle you should know—the villain inside—needing baptism,
if it would shadow—the pain, the drum, spatial into orbits. I looked at her, I was
sickened, such human nausea—those brown furnaces. I don’t know, I don’t care, I
just need her—the explosive rage, those anger-walls, so emphatic, such a
blessing, a curse to have met. something is in my heart, can’t you give, can’t
we die in passion, in roses, in prime movement? I heard your voice, I tingled
all over, something unseen became a feeling, a sensation, a ghostly presence. another
aphrodisiac—so accustomed to doing wrong, trying so hard to do right. primroses,
daisies, begonias—two lonely hearts, two piano gorillas, so much jaguar in a
violin. made in history, fair-fleshed, burgundy wine, chased with Moet. I was
taken, smitten, damn! it hurts: to want for heaven, to gain a glimpse, only for
heaven to vanish, leaving yearning, drums, tribal anxieties.
