Facets
Once Love surfaces, two faces form one
Foundation, surfing upon each other,
And two-backed Sex sutures two-fold Beauty,
While struggling tongues, twinning, chat and back-chat.
Perfumed phantasm of fluttering voice,
In our jiggling, giggling, wriggling darkness,
Warren of red wine and groans, we mingle
Like musical notes, jazzy and soulful.
Face it! We’re as captive as harmonies—
Or integrated drunkenness of dark rum
And white rum…. Chuckles skim the surface
Of our moaning friction (not facetious).
After parching speech, we take wet desserts,
Facing our most succulent intercourse.
Struggle (II)
Our bedroom is a-flower: Each whiff of wine
Is perfume. Under fiery light, cool light—
The moon’s—you’re so voluptuously thin:
Ain’t Happiness a decision of flesh?
Each new heartbeat wants Love; and each old breath
Yearns as it faints: We lust for Love always.
I looked at you; you looked at me: We saw
An exculpatory mea culpa.
My ivory Lady Chatterley, I’ve wed
An envious Venus, who hates me now:
How can our feeling right make me feel right?
I know true pain feelings. There’s just one cure:
To get rid of pain, one gets rid of Love.
Impossible! Our room goes white with sun.
Enjoyment
Significant flesh, O sweet love, that’s you—
Instantaneous Venus, scorching voice
Crackling my pillow, then kindling the dusk,
Your thinness being exaggerated light.
In Copenhagen, desperate for you,
I gobbled down booze and slobbered out prayers,
Strolled by crunchy, disobedient tides,
Wanting your certain Luxury soon, soon!
To enter a sinful Heaven—that’s right—
No more waste of tears or squander of breath—
But to wed unceremoniously:
To have you shanghaied, shellacked, and swooning!
Once we’re astonishing, indecorous beasts,
All else is conspicuously superfluous.
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