This gushing of love from my eyes
At the dark-haired mug of the stepped-in passenger
Ugly like a dark night with no moon
Dirty with paint and with a grin
Of pain and tiredness and incomprehension.
Love gushes through eyes and pores
Of my skin, leaking out of any orifice
At the reticent hard reality of a train car,
The suited and tied clerk fingering
His phone oblivious of the love
Being shot at him like bleeding
Arrows in the dark, when a blind woman
Aims at the moon and stares,
Her body quivering with the moon’s rays
extracting the juices from her flesh.
So my flesh, sprung open, in this car,
This receptacle that holds my victims near,
My beloved, my ugly, repellent, indifferent beloved
Beings, inundated by love, liquid, astonished,
Hungry, helpless, unavoidable,
Gushing out of my flesh onto you, creatures
Of the same God or mother earth or nature,
Sharing atoms with my skin and breath
With my emotions, beautiful ugly beings
That I must breathe in and transform
Into love, regurgitated in love,
Soaked in primordial goo.
And you never knew all of this about you.