A poem inspired by the playfully tilted O in Robert Indiana’s LOVE sculpture.
Her glossy red lips form an O
open to let sounds rush out
desperate to release
refusing to be contained
needing to unleash the song of bliss felt inside.
This is not the funny yet silly
O face from Office Space,
but the moaning of hysterical literature
hysteria of uncontrolled emotion
why would you want to control it
let it have its wondrous way
be it caused by literature or unseen tool under the table.
Or in this particular case
on this particular night
with her glossy red lips forming an O,
her hysteria is caused by
his fingers and mouth
eager and patient
for the reward of her crying out
O God O God O God
in a transcendent chant
above all that is ordinary.