el amor brujo
Gerald Locklin
love turns gold to GOLD and
silver to the skin of the agave.
love knows the thirst of the
mojave lizard and, like the
saint, is never hungry. the
breasts and womb of love
defy all surgeries. the
lovewitch tells man when to
sink the blade and when to
sheathe it. the lovewitch
wakes him from his making
and exhorts him down the
yucca canyons of the double
helix in the several directions
of his love-strewn histories.
love knows all dances, love
invented them, and love knows
that the dance of death is but
one dance of many and death
passeth as it pisseth in
its petty pacing. love needs
no belief in any life but this,
for love has never lost a single
life to death. love clicks its heels.
