Duet for Man, Woman, Birth, Death, Infinity, and St. Louis #12
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Man
It’s a shame we can’t be lovers.
Woman
You could taste my skin
lick my bones
sweeten your tongue
on my fierce flesh
but you
couldn’t love me
Man
Isn’t that the truth of love
the hair and tooth of love
swallowing sweat
drinking silence
Woman
That’s me as an object
a subject of your mind
I can’t be kith or kin or
kindling for your words
I can at least be kind
Man
Be kind then and be not gentle
and spray your love up on me
give me flesh and give me fantasy
as though I’m he you were so fond of
Woman
And if we never touch but hands
will your affection fade and break
like the little figurine I dropped
of oldest greenest jade
Man
I will still friend and follower be
you know I wait on shore
for every dawn your ship returns
knowing friend and nothing more
Woman
I would be common to you then
another sick sex friend
to show your mastery at moving
others to your end
Man
I would not sing about it
noone has to know
that you one night desired
to have your desires shown
have me on a tri al basis
with a written guarantee
if not completely satisfied
I’ll still your groupie be
Woman
Why don’t you just ad mit it
I’d be another name
You’d love me for your passion time
and then I’d be the same
for I’d hate you after loving
that you truly do inspire
and I’d come at you
with claw.and daggar
when passion lost–it’s fire
Man
I guess your silent wings
will not beat upon my face
and I need not dream of you
in leatherlove or lace
and I am only friend to you
though you’re better than the other
who threw screams and silence at me
I remembered her of mother
Woman
I’ll have another glass of wine
more wood uoon the fire
tell me more of Poetry
and nothing of desire
Man
I guess it isn’t yesterday
when everything could be
I guess you’re right as rigid rain
why do you have to be
Woman
I do not want a lover
who I will hate in time
I’d rather have you as a friend
who waits on me with wine
Man
It’s yet another series
on dreams, daemons, and eyes
I brought a few
I’ll read them now
I guess
this is the time
from 12/29-re-done and typed, on 12/31/83/in honor of the
fabulous Roni Chernin fabulous New Year’s Eve Party
kind of sickly classical
robertthesmall 