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I
t's never very easy for two
people to share Love --
All of a sudden one partner 's
share is a bit too great
,
A little too small
;
One Lover 's needs and desires
suddenly a bit out of sorts with the
other 's
They go ' round in circles
--
Day in , day out
--
If not at the beginning , then
surely at the end
.
___________________________
The thrill of the love of Love
--
A knife before the eyes of true
Love
,
The thing that makes lonesome ,
Love-sick puppies of us all
--
Love-things chasing their own
tails
,
A whirlwind of barks worth more
than their bite
--
A deep-down despair , call it
;
More and more the frightened
little child
,
A child learning to deal with
the fact of its own sweet emptiness
,
With the possibility of never
ever making it at Love
--
Kisses on cold lips , touches
with the chill of ice
;
Another quick peek at the shadow
of ourselves in the mirror of our frozen
reality
...
Until loneliness seems second
nature
,
Until lovelessness looks out
longingly , cherishingly
,
desperately to the dangling real
thing before it --
The treasure of its own battered
affections
,
The sting of first happiness
through the bittersweet truth of its own
unhappy void
.
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We are all of us angels
...
Angels in the appearances of men
,
Angels in the form of the bodies
of women
...
And the men and women of our
aspect
--
They are the ones that really
count
:
Their passions , seductions
,
their kisses
--
Stepping stones lining the
path
to our Virginity
;
Their petting , stroking
,
their lovemaking
--
Talents blessed by the nature of
gods
,
Footsteps back to the soul of an
angel
!
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A
kid in heat
--
In over his head for the girl in
the front row
!
Carrying the torch that could
light up the world
,
And with it the deep , dark
morsels of the soul itself
!
Call this the essence of true
romance,
And call it truly the Lover
here
because already he would be
willing to play her Fool
,
To carry her books home
,
To bear her insults
,
Be willing to hold the same
feelings for her even if he found
out
that she really liked the other
kid in the other row
--
All this and more because he has
already come to her
body
a thousand times in the depths
of his own soul
--
The heat radiating from his body
to hers
,
from her body to his own from
ten feet
away
or from the dizzying and
delirious distance of inches
!
Because he has already felt the
softness of her trembling
hand
ravished in his own sweaty palm
,
And has realized the dream of
his lips tenderly at home with
hers
in the sweltering , swelling
moment of an illusion !
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The Soul doesn't look for
goodness
. . . that's the heart's luxury
. .
.
It takes what it needs for
better or worse
,
Makes it a monument
,
And transforms it to the bold
exultation of everything human
!
The heart worships the heavens
,
the earth
,
The soul gets up their guts
!
It craves only the warm -
blooded aroma of a smile it can't do
without
,
Or a body so close that it's
like shaking hands with its own dear
conscience
!
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I
woke up this
morning
to the other part of my soul . .
.
To the feminine side of my
Lion
coming out to me
;
It was there at first as a face
alone
,
And as I drew nearer to
it
I caught hold of the
eyes
and wondered what it might mean
;
Speak on that little girl ,
honey
,
and the woman she holds so near
,
Tell me the energy it might take
to bear
her
through my own dear
heart
. . . Or if I was just dreaming
. .
.
Tell me this
,
And tell me
...
What would it take to break the
dream
and capture all of its
elements
babes in arms
?
Yes , this tortured , frightened
child
bearing in his will the blood of
an angel
!
Her right to be welling
up
from the heart and soul of Magic
,
And pouring out like
Wonderment
across the smoke -
filled,
fiery heavens
--
Farther now than the eye can see
!
Oh tell me
...
What Magic , what special
Magic
might it again take , dearest
,
To fix one more golden gift
outside of myself
?
Yes , one more - more and more
clearly fixed
...
One more - more and more clearly
fixed
...
More and more clearly ... oh
ever so clearly
...
More and more
clearly
Fixed
!
. . . Oh , my love
!
This Womb
!
The power of Tragedy to conceive
!
The Impossibility for which
sorrow and joy have Survived
!
Yes
...
This chill and Magic
,
a product of my own forsaken
Will
--
This Miracle
!
. . . I now see before me my own
sweet Lioness
...
Looking back on me with those
Eyes , baby
...
Oo , those Eyes
!
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