Nocturne on a new theme

One after another, westward

we drive "love" -- this

fashionable car.  Its bumper

cuts through cheers and catcalls

Love cuts open our bodies.  We

live in a strange country

Love between white and Asian

is a complicated

soup.  N.B.: the white

drink soup as an appetizer

while to the Asian, soup means

end of banquet

To make love or to leave

whites like to shout at the

top of their lungs.  The yellow

manage with a look.  One after another

moving in the flesh.  Only in bed

are humans allowed to air their

hate without reserve.  Biting

cursing, backbiting -- all

indicate succulent loving

Westward our love moves, on

four tires with a slow leak

Every night through the

pain of growth.  Like a whacked nail

bent, we're making love.  The love we've

made breaks through the gulf between

race -- a work completed

in the dark.  The flesh

shines.  We know

who we are. Where 

are we