my mind has been troubled
i have been to weary, too busy, to frightened
to lost in the woods to even dream of
lusting for you
all of that, the kiss to your perfect skin
the hand on your lovely body
the unlocking of all the pornographic secrets
that save the world:
these have momentarily been lost
i wander in a strange land with
the recollection of a more glorious place
be the key of knowledge
in kiss, in touch, restore to me
the memory of your perfect ivory
body
of your read and brown paradise
your cocoa heaven
i need the leaven of the beautiful bedroom
to rise away from shallow talk of romance
and talk of this and talk of that
and chat and endless talk
the only thing we need right now
is the sweat
and the fury
and the fire
and in this salvation none of the old things shall
be left
nay, least of all, decency