Quemada!
By George Elliot Clarke
Love – yield love – while the body’s ripe.
Don’t sag iceberg-like. Flame volcanic!
Wail as if a drum; never fall silent –
Save for wine-sodden sleep, uninterrupted.
Naked and aflutter in a four-legged bed –
With a coddling body opposite, charming,
The sun’s never slight, never extinguished.
No matter how fat clouds crowd it from sight!
What good is chastity – if it’s for good?
That lover crumpling under caresses,
Is a saint moon-luminous with amore.
Jangle the bed! Shake it! Splash the wine!
As per community radio, I had technical difficulties...So next week, I will continue this lecture. Because I love how this man loves poetry.

1 comment:
I love this poem...I'm reading through your blog, and feeling so inspired. Thanks for sharing powerful stories sister.
Take care:)
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