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

THOMAS R. PETERS, Jr.

I

Matilda, with your hair like vines

& your voice like cabernet sauvignon

your manner like mace & your body of earth

your love a crematorium of past romance

one glance at your beauty could

stall a limousine

What number of nativities could

compete with your mother for birthing

you into this world of fire

an ocean of margaritas at the Rio

couldn’t cool my desire after reading

just one of your letters.

I’m hot for your love like border chorizo

No number of desperate banditos

could steal your love from me

once I enter you like a dark tunnel

I come out smelling like a flower market at Easter!

Oh invade me with your reptile charms

this is the end of the game & the beginning of night

I’m blind drunk with your love

& unable to navigate this world without you.

[Originally published in NHS 1995, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs95/index.html#11.]