“Let’s make love crying”

Let’s make love crying

to calm the shaking of the wind

to offset the loneliness of metaphor

and lose ourselves in the mystery of painful pleasure

let’s make love crying

a salty-moaned invocation

a prayer to the gods

of body and retinal movements

let’s make love crying

because despair never comes alone

because our strength

comes from an inscrutable mystery

like parts of the sea

swelling in our body

let’s make love crying

to wash the face of misery

to forget the fate of turbulent times

to cleanse the earth of her sorrows

let’s make love crying

because resisting the urge to cry as we make love

is a sacrilege we can’t allow

as good descendants of

death and the knife

let’s make love crying

because we have to cry

and we have to make love.