H
e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s
b e r g
N
a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i
v e s E d i t i o n
WANDA COLEMAN
Soul Eyes
–– after
Coltrane
like twin
hearts beating in amber
(flesh) the smoke of a caress rising and
risings/like
soaring his entering my secret
solitude where
night fighters prowl the terrain
like oboes
tickling my ears drawing me into
reverie the
lingering tingle of his stubble to
my cheek
loving the mist reminiscent of his
recent
evaporation like cool desert sand sifting
thru my toes
his skin again taunting/begs
me for
enfoldment/seducing me into amnesia
like hands
softly rhythming on gone congas
summoning groin
pulsations/lifting me
by invisible
tongues beyond fear latitudes
like sent
like received
[from Hand Dance, Black Sparrow Press, Santa Rosa, CA. Copyright
1993. Reprinted here with permission of the author. Originally published in NHS 2008, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs08/Wanda_Coleman.htm.]