The rhythm of light the planes make rappels across
Like pole vaulting leaps or loversí delight,
The adventures lips take in their kissing,
Familiar this moment when I can fly,
Opium this ever so willing surrender to bliss:
Sex it seemsí of primary sight, no suordinate
this natural man
I know him well--
He rises monolithic,
Goyan god lusting after spirit.
Like a handmaiden she prepares him the way (true
love does, for sex)
and makes herself to go before the god,
guard and servant to his need
How long the match enclosed in ice still burns!
How long the soul of man in
pain must bide!
Why such passionate repitition? Why such thrill
Wherefore the need of something tender? Wherefore
this precious tension?
There is an answer here I need! Here is a question
gone to seed
The match's glow of fire enclosed in ice remains
(Sad eyed lady should I wait sings in the other
room, foreplay to the real
I have a nightgown here with stains, and the
waterfall, and fountain
And you have the fortress of the ring
So speak the lovers, Ariel's prelude to the entry
of the god