FORGET ABOUT THE TUNNEL OF LOVE
I don’t need any tunnel of love
to embrace you in the dark.
Your beady eyes see beyond
the black hole in the universe,
and know more than whatever
foolish Coney Island pranksters
can ever possibly devise.
If you will be my albatross
I will be your octopus,
encircle you with love,
and set your wings on fire
with my incendiary tentacles,
locking us in the glowing heat
of perpetual love for ever more.