RAYS
A VERY VERY RADIANT…PIERCING LIGHT
A RAY DETECTOR
ALL DANCING IN HER EYES
A WIND STAMPING US AGAINST A
10 STORY GREY HOTEL WALL
FLUORESCED EYES OF IMPRESSIONISM
AND PSYCHIC DELIGHT
WAITING FOR A STRANGER TAXI
AND WE ARE STRANGERS TAXI
SPEECHLESS HERE AND DROWNED
IN ONE ANOTHERS MUSK
I AM BITING INTO A PEAR
AND WHISPER TO HER THAT
IT TASTE LIKE YOU
SHE SMILES REMEMBERING MY
RHYTHMIC TONGUE SPLITTING
HER LIPS-HER DEEPIST LIPS WHERE
THERE IS ONLY MY TONGUE
THE POSTWOMAN WEAVES BY US
WITH HER SACK OF LETTERS-
WHAT TIME IS THIS PLACE?
WHAT DAY IS THIS PLACE?
WHERE ARE WE-AND WHY IS
EVERYONE SO BUSY ABOUT US?
IS( X) THIS REVERIE / ENCHANTING
AS IN RADIATION
AS IN DEEPENING DECEPTION
AS IN SEXRAY
AND WE ARE SO BLESSED
THIS HAPPENSONLY ON BLESSED OCCASIONS

Randy Naylor