Classic Poem

light cursed falling in a singular block
her, rain-warm-naked
exquisitely hashed

(little careful hunks-of-lilac laughter splashed
from the world prettily upward, mock
us....)
and there was a clock. tac-tic. tac-toc.

Time and lilacs....minutes and love....do you? and
always
(i simply understand
the gnashing petals of sex which lock
me seriously.
Dumb for a while-my

god—a patter of kisses, the chewed stump

of a mouth, huge dropping of a flesh from
hinging thighs
....merci....i want to die
nous sommes heureux
My soul a limp lump

of lymph
she kissed
and i
....chéri....nous sommes