EROTOMANIA
It goes like this
We wind each other
Like clocks gone crazy
Whipping bands of burnt sienna
Coil around her arms
Her thighs her wrists her stomach
Our mouths
Finally freeze, learn words again
Giant pictures
Looming above highways
Show us how it’s done
Books fly off shelves
Pages peel themselves apart
Spread flat stretch back lie
Down we breathe we need to attain
Sea level oh my
Christ
Never knew for a second
Come here come now please
Because
When we touch
I can’t tell the
Difference between the TV screen
And the real and urgent dream
The need the now now now the
Window so cold and the
Video blue and the lips
The lips vermillion, I,
Oh, I, I, I…
Boston, 1989
