FEW KNOW, FEWER RELEASE (True Love Song)
Few know, Fewer release.
Hell.
Why talk myself
out of craving for no reason?
‘Un-beckon these feelings,’
I ask the trained specimens
on TV–
but they do nothing
to un-tempt me.
Hail Eros!
ascribed so
mechanically by the
western elite:
‘I am yours, and you are mine.’
‘I am carrying your child, are you angry?’
‘I rub my face into yours with
every pore exchanging
the rasp of eternity,
I balm my wounds with the promise
of your sweet sex
at my feet!
If we die we die together,
And together we will beg for release.
Fill your heart’s desire with me!’
And together we
form a prism where a lover’s light
beams, and
a prison when ignored
or displeased
I can see the newborn babe of this treatise;
smoking, hungry, diseased,
trolling behind him
the thousand fallacies;
the loves
his teen-age parents wrote
on notes with no postage
‘I love you,’ he said
to no-one—
because his love would not return;
even as echoes.
Turn the camera on.
Say it to the little red light.
Watch it again and again
to make sure you said it right.
Edit out the dirt,
then light it on fire–
for this is NOT the way it works.
For I, even I, am he…
Now be still
and see how
the faculty conveys the belief;
When I meet with her
I say nothing,
for there is no sweeter cherry, no word
as fast as eyes
to convey deep,
deep amory
For I love with a zeal
that cannot be mapped;
although it might go unheeded,
It cannot be chained by cold
or heat;
My love is mine, laced with a thousand lifetimes
and sanctified by the richest wine
to dine on when I most need it.
I love you; and I tell you so with my sweat
I love you; and though all the world part we won’t
I love you; and I feel your bones
as though we whet them on the same stone,
carving out a skeleton for one;
I love you.
Together we are incomplete;
But inside me this love creates an Eden
where today you walked with me, secretly;
laughing, and throwing off our clothes at fate;
eyes fully open,
finally unashamed
at being
naked
in the daylight
IIF, 2013
