'Making Love with One You Love', Poem with Drums-Set, Don Paul and Hamid Drake
One Track from our Album COMPASSION
IN BED “The hots," she calls The looks— the smiles— the surge Rising up from within Like multi-form Vivaldi violins For our laughing lie-down, A KISS! And kisses-- Tongue to tongue, tongues all-around, There to touch and then go near The whole of me, the whole of you. Funki-yus! Funki-yus! Sweet sweat! Sweet juice! Sheens of skin, sheens of sweat, Bead into taste. And then the welcoming Of walls like womb And thrusts to home!— Proofs passing beyond Space and Time— Proofs vivid and dreams-fed, As Mercury’s perihelion Was for Einstein and Eddington. Sweet Funk! Sweet Foh-oh-oh=nnk! Gifts that Gods gave us for ourselves! Ah!—Ooh!—Ah!—Ooh! Ahh—Eee—I—Oh—You-Ooh-Oh-Ooh Proofs sounding R's colors of vowels Under Rainbows plumed and benignly serpentine! Making love with one you love is Always new and measureless exploration, Making love with one you love is Always new and measureless discovery. Ah!—Ooh!—Ah!—Ooh! Oh—Eee—Ah—Eee—I—U— We now so deep into our union We roll like thunderclouds Become oceans— No longer young, fo'h sh'oh, And no more like horses Galloping with jackhammer beats Along rivers that of their own power Threw waves that bucked to an endless shore— Who cared how many hours— More and more and more ... Yass, we're no longer young, but still Our grasp and clutch of tenderness Is sweet and sweet and sweet! Ah—Eee——Ooh——Ahh—EEE—AHH—YOU Gifts Gods gave us to give ourselves— In greater struggle must come, shall we say, Greater triumph— Thrust and thrust and clutch our way HOME!— Bursts and bursts cascading Into shared Flood of Balms— Ahh! Ohh! Eee! Ohh! You and You and You! Shudders beyond limbs, beyond spines— Thank YOU! Thank YOU! We take and receive more Gifts of God and Gods again. Afterward—but there is No afterward, Only continuum— “It’s all the same day,” wonderful Janis And her mates on the Festival Express agreed— We may talk about anything. We may talk of broccoli and kale, Of avoiding both cell-phones And pre-flavored oatmeal, Of trousers rolled, of ebbing and flow, Of Kraft and Ebbing and Eddie and Flo. We may recall Jack Kerouac, The lyrically streaming Be-Bop prosodist And often lapsing Bodhisattva Saint, In his The Subterraneans Make small 'the huffing, puffing, sticky rigmarole Of sex.’ “Poor Jack!” my shining Maryse says We may recall, also, The sensible delights Of Martin Luther and Katie Bora In their late marriage-bed. We may see that Bob Dylan’s John Cohen WAS right on the back of Highway 61 Revisited. ‘There is no eye!’ Our mouths are gates to Eye. We may further agree That Lenny Bruce sure got it right About our FONKING, our making love Being much "mo'h bett'ahs" than making war. We won't forget dear Wilhelm Reich, The only person imprisoned By both 1930s Nazi Germany and 1950s USA, And the also endless benefits that This unnumbered Reich Offered for couples from his Orgone Box. Our fingers-twining whimsy may conclude That, in fact, love-making— FONKING--FUNKING--call it what you will, Al-- IS so GOOD and TONIC It might well substitute On Sunday-afternoon TV For all those supranational Pharmaceutical Corporations’ ads Promising improved stamina along Mountain Trails, Under Brilliant Sunsets and Grateful Smiles-- With the possible side-effects, mind you, Of Dizziness, Shortness Of breath, Constipation, Blindness, Heart Palpitations, Heart Attacks and Death. “Honey? Honey, I’m ready. I've swallowed it. I'm ready--ready--ready! Honey, where are you? Why is everything so blurry? Honey--ARGH! OH—Oh, oh, OH—God, HELP ME!" More, we may imagine A new TV series for Sunday afternoons That would be: —Old People Fonking—. Another Sunday-afternoon contest! Couples, like us in their Autumnal years, Compete, representing their respective States--Florida, Illinois, and New Jersey, Say, States neck-and-neck with Louisiana In their numbers of Elected Officials now imprisoned-- In --Old People Fonking--. Oh, but that's just joking. What we know in our glowing afterward/ Contiuuum of Funk-i-yus cascading through mountaintops-- What we know better without words-- Is: We're so glad and lucky to have met. March 3, 2024 First, March 1980. "Making Love With One You Love' is one Track on my Album with the also wonderful (like JANIS JOPLIN) HAMID DRAKE, COMPASSION.
Marigny Recording Studio, engineer Rick G. Nelson, February 20, 2016, photo by Maryse.
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