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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