PASSIONATE STORM

As this storm that swirls through my mind

casts bolts of lightning

through the vast universe of my passionate flesh,

I gaze across galaxies

into the vortex

around which this storm roars,

that calm silent center that is your eye…

The agony of love rips at my brain with hungry talons releasing lunatic monsters,

strange population of dimensions of desire

that darken the sky with vast tornadoes

and weave landscapes to crazy for normal feet.

I sprout wings and take to these seething skies

in the hope that I might fly

into the vortex of your eye,

but these howling gales which twist and turn

play with me as with a butterfly.

Still I keep my face toward the source of this madness, this storm I must devour with its center, my love,

as I must be devoured by you –

the monstrous love of the unique ones…

No small, no mellow dream;

nightmarish in its vast and dark dimensions.

This is the love that I must know:

of flesh, of mind, of universes, a ravisher,

dimensions far beyond the wildest dreams of bourgeois romantics,

the most profound inducement to crime and insurrection.