Romantic Fool

Pain of me, thrust of me,
Into the deep womb of destruction;
Writhe of me, the risk, the inner crisis,
Ecstatic astride the dolphin in flight,
Vaulting electric-blue horizons!
Limb-locked in the moment supreme,
Lashed in mutual crucifixion,
Juddering with cosmic power,
Down and down we spiral, up and up!

A word in your ear, my love:
Envelop the seed,
Enshrine it in the dark hearth,
Make it grow.

The mercy of your thighs,
That you welcome e in
And I enter,
Stray dog sweating night-hunger
For everything.

Deep, so deep, where the dance is,
I murder myself, torn to the bone,
In frothing streams of blood.
Flesh is death, but the dream has no end;
Come, celebrate on the mountain,
Release the clenched earth.

Flesh for flesh: our hands uphold
The chalice at the horned altar’s height,
This world-wiving pride of rearing and taming
In bloom-frenzied fields where underground rivers hum.