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.]