A friend once commented that it's no good expecting to just fan the flames of love; we have to be prepared to jump right into them. True enough. (Gay or straight.) Firstly, though, we need to find someone to help get them started.
As Jean-Paul Sartre once said, 'We must act out our passion before we can feel it.'
As Jean-Paul Sartre once said, 'We must act out our passion before we can feel it.'
TONGUES OF FIRE
Whenever
we make love,
the heat
of its passion brands
our names
on the heart,
lips
parting to kiss, receive
tongues
of fire, conspire
with nature’s
finer beauty
to
reignite its spirit in the poetry
of our
lovemaking
We burn, mindful of witches
once
burned at stakes
for
daring to repudiate status quo,
be true to the inner self,
no matter
how the outside world
may (more
often than not)
bury heads in sand rather than
let its naysayers stand up
let its naysayers stand up
and be
counted, content to deny
countless
centuries of lying
to children
about graffiti sprayed
wherever
bigotry lifts
its ugly
head, and loves to claim
the moral
high ground
Let us be joined together
in
ecstasy, make peace
with a
world too busy turning
on its
own pretty rhetoric
to see
that love means (far) more
that being or appearing)
oh, so socially, culturally, religiously
'politically correct’
oh, so socially, culturally, religiously
'politically correct’
Meanwhile,
gay lovers the world over
(still) made
to run for cover…
Copyright R. N. Taber 2004; 2015
[Note: an
earlier version of this poem appears as ‘Pyromania’ in The
Third Eye by R. N. Taber,
Assembly Books, 2004; revised edition in e-format in preparation.]
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