We Do Not Speak of Love

We Do Not Speak of Love
For Alix Geluardi
 
we do not speak of love
but all are pushed & pulled
by it
 
taking all forms & shapes
twisted pounded burnt
by it
 
like the sculptor’s clay our faces
punched & pinched
made long or ripped apart
by it
 
eyes pained or deep or lost
lines cut in cheeks & forehead
from it
 
we do not speak of love
our faces scream
of it
 
haunting bars &
running wild in the streets
for it
 
we do not speak of love
but spike warm veins pop pills
burst brain with alcohol
for it
 
gods & demons wrestle for the heart
of it
 
I can’t survive the lack
of it
 
San Francisco, ca. 1972
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