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• 74 from iv. Lima from 2. niGht: buried america c. Love Song to Strong wind, amerrique If I could write the love poem of my continent to yours If I could write my love to you, Strong Wind, Amerrique dead lips would congregate throughout the earth and I would tell of the soul (I would tell of sex as when I stand in the sun and see the globe of earth whirl through space from west to east and see the holy tear of the South from the North in the landmass dance the drift the removal of his rib for her Panama the way they cut you for speed, commerce If I could write of this hemisphere how in love our two continents, the form of our souls yin and yang, river of mississippi, river of amazon how her loins articulate the form of all creatures how we fit from each other • 75 the way you swing so far to the west, then tighten your long phallus in the uterine ecstasy of the chaotic seas to reach my fat centers, my high Aconcaqua, my magic Denali I would blow, Popol Vuh El Niño from Peru to the Bering Sea the Aleutians’ little string across your Emperor Seamounts to Russia, Siberia crumple your islands in the great Gulf around your sun, bleach your sands blonde Caribbean the way your ocean plates are continually diving down beneath me the way Brazil yearns so for Africa, Aphrodite Persephone’s vertical descent Demeter in her grief wandering horizontally this journey backward in time and downward in Earth this search for the lost cities, the untraveled, this ache for the lost daughters, the unknown mothers, this quest for the self this evolution of the human, holy hejira beyond gender identity, this return of the fathers as Sons to the children this search for the Holy Grail that contains his essence this riding down the world [3.15.46.13] Project MUSE (2024-04-25 01:11 GMT) • 76 like writing a love poem my tongue down your body this semen Everyone born from the body of a man this sinking to the ground this prostration to her revolution this touching my face to her os cervix untranscendable mold Everyone born from the emotional depths of woman ...

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