Dissolution

I cannot walk on your eggs I better lie on oyster bed I am not impotent, you know, but afraid of coition Because your eggs are fragile-terrible Shattering like a pouncing wolf. It is a strange job -making love with you But it is elemental -both love and fear Dominated by the passage of time Both have to be silent with time Both have to be sheathed by my poor mother's ghost. I am not impotent, you know, I have affairs with **** snails On the street where strange voices raise questions Minatory shadows surround my ashen face And look straight through my window It is an affirmation that mom has not come tonight. Sands are receding baring turtle eggs Sea slugs frig around Hungry foetuses are waiting Clouds are gathering absurd eyes to lift me up as a song Deadly legs drive through the hills. Nights still stretches ahead of me Like giant captive crabs. I am stepping onto a savage world. In a trance I kiss you, I am not impotent, you know I have to collect my early morning pearls Before the final war begins.