love is the pits

Let there be light

and music that makes the

ears ring,

then darkened surf, the primal sea,

that tosses we

two in swaying

chains

The temple smell

of incense and cloves

the torrid reek

of perspiration

and libation

conjure the blood

and bodies

make it sacred

grinding in the twisting

throb

your body electric and

light as a a live wire

my hands bruised and

ribs on fire

the cut on your

forehead making love

to my bleeding lips

living on

into our

grinding days.