Another August Love Poem

Light imprisons the world in rigid forms so I
like night
carve rebel shapes
bluish shadows down white walls.
Everything
becomes less solid
in the deep water of night.
Fluid, hot
dark August seeps through skin into desire.
Breathes presence.
The enormity of being alive.
Electric fan on high
blows my thighs into a paradise of depravities.
Ideas breeze across my belly
and I am not carried away.
I am
right here
completely.
A cool thought melts my spine into the mattress.
You
are touching me.
The wizardry of perfectly
present.
Past and future dissolved.
Heart stripped bare of its defenders, even.
My own death will find me
but not here
between midnight and dawn
submerged in sacred, untamed hours
outside the borders of civilization.
Civilization!
Throne of barbarism.
Thief of my senses.
Full of secret impulses and a zeal-stricken heart
I climb over the fence of 12 o'clock
penetrating the erotic wilderness
and reason breaks in a sea of tongues.
Shy serpent
dare I doubt what I touch?
My presence acclaims it.
What beauty. I am dead.
Long live I
and all that nourishes this flowering sky of elongated inspiration.
Oooooo
Ahhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhh
Mysterious circuit of the living night.
Immaculate focus of the living night.
How I love the night of the living night.
I am the skin of the esteemed soul
and I suffer delights in countless forms.
My throbbing heart is sprawled
all over my imagination.
Fever and bliss and you
are smiling
kissing me
here
the ears of the hearer
tremble in the heat of pulse.
Percussion of bodies tempo the air.
My veins are wind
and I’ve swum into a starry circle.
Your arms
your hands
your lips close over me and your entire body
is under my tongue.
I
want
you
in
me
as
fiercely
as
I
want
the U.S. out
of Guatemala.
Where citizens are swollen with silence and fear.
Where persons who speak simply disappear
lose their presence
so the government can free the people
from the people
and give them to
the free market
where freedom rings
in the cash registers
on 14th Street
where fruits arrive sweet
from Latin trees
and make such a pleasant display.

I don’t disappear.
I eat a banana
and I am here.
And so is my unlicensed licentiousness dear.
That doesn’t disappear
tonight.
It is part of my cosmos
tonight
on planet Earth
Norte America
New York City
East 14th Street
between Avenues A and B
you and me
burning free in this erotic wilderness.
Lewd savages rampantly tender.
Unleashed in a zone
where seduction and kindness
are inalienable rights.
My universe holds that truth to be self-evident
so I am afraid of church and state.
Tomorrow
when everything is thick with light
I’ll remember what the Guatemalan child wrote
about the Army coming to her village:
“ Burned the house.
Took the pig and chicken.
Killed my brother.”