by Kurt Luchs
My Dark Lovely
When we meet in the dark
my dark lovely
it’s always like two subway trains
colliding and catching fire.
Many innocents are killed
but O the glory of the flames
and the sweet shudder
down the length of us
as we leap the tracks to land
atop one another.
And after, to be pulled by loving
hands from the happy wreckage
and soothed and tickled
from the edge of madness
back to sanity…
this is why I love the dark
and my dark lovely
I know you’re afraid
of me and what I might do to you
if you let me, just as I
am afraid of myself
alone with myself,
so quiet I can hear
the blood beating in my neck.
I fear for you also
with me or without,
in a world full
of people like us.
My heart is a rain barrel constantly overflowing
with love that has nowhere to go, so it goes
to the neon bar sign in the early twilight,
someplace I’ve never been, never will be,
yet that fuzzy red glow has won me completely,
it goes to the Cooper’s hawk circling in an updraft,
yes brother, I’m with you, I too am hungry
and empty and drifting, it goes to the sound of traffic
all around me, lives hurtling by with a whoosh,
here and gone, here and gone, something whispering underneath
that speed that could be the rhythm of a slower, sadder song,
I hear you, I’m with you as well, do you hear me,
it goes to the half-moon hanging like an unfinished mobile
over the crib of a star-child, it goes to the sky,
the greatest show on earth, ever-changing, ever-breathtaking,
all that beauty unfolding endlessly for everyone
but somehow so intimate also, as if unveiling itself in pink
and blue and gray just for me, yes, I’m yours, take me now!
Why do I never meet any women like that?