Kidnapped
I was six when
Mama was so careless she sent me to school alone five days a week.
One day I was kidnapped by a band of Western philosophers armed with glossy-pictured textbooks and registered reputations
"Holder of BA and MA degrees"
I was held in a classroom guarded by Churchill and Garibaldi pinned up on one wall and Hitler and Mao dictating from the other
Guevara pointed a revolution from his "Guerilla Warfare"
Each three-month term they sent threats to my Mama and Papa
Mama and Papa loved their son and paid ransom fees each time
Each time
Mama and Papa grew poorer and poorer and my kidnappers grew richer and richer
I grew whiter and whiter
On my release fifteen years after i was handed
(among loud applause from fellow victims) a piece of paper to decorate my walls certifying my release
My friend, my sister, my wife, rhymes weaves you into my life.
Now the two letters shuttle me between you and life, my wife of my youth and now my midlife, between nature and nurture, what was
Eve and Adam, the garden you carry and a brook that, sleeping, awakes to my thirst.
Between us we reseal our dreams with kisses, your lips on my heart beat, on my pulsing sweet root, your hands kneading the sweet dough into a hard-break breadstick that enrages your hunger.
I cannot drop you without breaking my life.
For my hunger you offer brown loaves and a chalice of consecrated honey for my thirsty root through which my sacred spring surges toward your buried honey that rages like a sacred volcano your fiery thighs, twin song that braid my back your arms, vines that bind me to this house whose shoulders prop up my pain-drenched body.
In you, my mother, your mother and the mother of my children, is my wife and my life.
Wife, you are my life
Wife, you are my everything
Wife, I can't even live through a single second without you
Wife, you are my
Mama was so careless she sent me to school alone five days a week.
One day I was kidnapped by a band of Western philosophers armed with glossy-pictured textbooks and registered reputations
"Holder of BA and MA degrees"
I was held in a classroom guarded by Churchill and Garibaldi pinned up on one wall and Hitler and Mao dictating from the other
Guevara pointed a revolution from his "Guerilla Warfare"
Each three-month term they sent threats to my Mama and Papa
Mama and Papa loved their son and paid ransom fees each time
Each time
Mama and Papa grew poorer and poorer and my kidnappers grew richer and richer
I grew whiter and whiter
On my release fifteen years after i was handed
(among loud applause from fellow victims) a piece of paper to decorate my walls certifying my release
My friend, my sister, my wife, rhymes weaves you into my life.
Now the two letters shuttle me between you and life, my wife of my youth and now my midlife, between nature and nurture, what was
Eve and Adam, the garden you carry and a brook that, sleeping, awakes to my thirst.
Between us we reseal our dreams with kisses, your lips on my heart beat, on my pulsing sweet root, your hands kneading the sweet dough into a hard-break breadstick that enrages your hunger.
I cannot drop you without breaking my life.
For my hunger you offer brown loaves and a chalice of consecrated honey for my thirsty root through which my sacred spring surges toward your buried honey that rages like a sacred volcano your fiery thighs, twin song that braid my back your arms, vines that bind me to this house whose shoulders prop up my pain-drenched body.
In you, my mother, your mother and the mother of my children, is my wife and my life.
Wife, you are my life
Wife, you are my everything
Wife, I can't even live through a single second without you
Wife, you are my