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.
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.]