but I fear them because I can’t stand the heat.
Do I need deliverance
Do I need deliverance
in the same way that crystal
microphones
need high-impedance input—I’m red as a beet,
unable to resist these limerence-
need high-impedance input—I’m red as a beet,
unable to resist these limerence-
ohms, their devastating voltage;
my reticence,
as I remember sweet Petula’s downtown streets;
I won’t need deliverance
as I remember sweet Petula’s downtown streets;
I won’t need deliverance
so much as eloquence to be a conductor
of the bright lights of the city—
each bulb a glowing amorance,
of the bright lights of the city—
each bulb a glowing amorance,
a heart-throb, a beat in the
dance, however
I manage to move my feet
clogging deliverance
I manage to move my feet
clogging deliverance
from lonely fear into the loving
radiance
of the eyes of Beatrice—
heavenly droning of the stars
singing the holy limerent gospel of deliverance?
of the eyes of Beatrice—
heavenly droning of the stars
singing the holy limerent gospel of deliverance?
