Sunday, May 9, 2010

Aoidos

Riding sliding Sorceress
Got me on my knees
So stay there
'Cause I’ll be comin over
And while our bloods still young
It runs
And we won’t stop til it’s over
Won’t stop to surrender
Doubt thou the stars are fire
Doubt that the sun doth move
Doubt thy truth be a liar
But never doubt I love you
Our encounters
Sunlight pools on our stair
By the railing, her slender arms
Assailing heaven
I confessed that I am afraid to die
With poems left unsaid inside me
And he said
You will
You’ll die with a great poem in your heart that will never see paper
We were quiet then
An insect buzzed perilously close to my sweaty thigh
And I heard it
I heard the danger and sweetness inside everything
Made me bolt like a horse
Made me bold like a whore
Inflammatory writ
And I wrote and hunched ‘til four-thirty
And I rode him, hunched, ‘til four-thirty
Silly me
Baby mystic lady
You do own my night
There is no escape
You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen
A wholesome, upstanding woman
You want to get drunk
You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies
So you have to say yes to the agony
Everything is within you
Gold and mud
Happiness and pain
The laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death
Say yes to everything
Shirk nothing
Don’t try to lie to yourself
You are not a God
You are not harmonious
Or the master of yourself
You are a bird in the storm
Let it storm!
Let it drive you!
She knows how to turn her ass despite all that
Turns in the primordial way
In display
It tells me that I need no longer suppress the wish to touch
But nothing has died
Everything is alive
Everything is waiting to become alive
I never cast off the cloak of concupiscence
My life is permanently erotic
Everything is, isn’t it?
Because everything has potential
How could there be enough?
Emotion has ruined me
Oh lover
I have exchanged my wildness for you
Little tricks
With my tail
With my tongue
I am rampant
I am the tiger
As you have taught me
Oh distant and brilliant and lonely

I have words for you. I don’t know anything about a lot of things, but I know something about this thing, and this thing was love. I know it. I know this. It's love. I could feel it when I was alone in a room and a light bulb burnt out. I could feel it when you said my name—it’s the way you said it. The way you held it in your mouth, beneath your tongue before easing it gently out. You said my name and it was like you released a small grey bird you’d been holding in the warmth of your hands for days, feeding, caring for it, coaxing, whispering into its feathers the strangeness of the wind. You said my name and it felt safe. Look at your hands, turn your head and look out the window. It’s not raining anymore, but the windshield wipers don’t know it. They sweep across the glass seven times before you turn to me. I want there to be tears in your eyes.

p.s. I am leading my life in the way I can. I don’t analyze people’s attitude towards me. I just hope that some people will understand me. I am grateful and happy when I see a sign that some do.