Madonna (inspired by the video of ‘Like a Prayer’)
Across the gulfs of culture
And morality’s rift faults
All meet you, and grow whole.
The planks of martyrdom, crumbling,
Shine as beacons, rising to pure carbon
Of your chosen one, in ebony, beyond all fire.
So, as all flames, your shimmering dresses
Nurture for all vision your quintessence;
Held, threaded thin and ever flirting,
With falling point beyond all sense.
That is the essence of all challenge,
Of all your seeming danger;
And that stance, held through all showing flimsy
Forges to true substance
All jaded solids,
Tempers all flows through oral breath,
Making the temple rained and flooded;
The earth’s, the sea-bed’s star.
Like A Prayer 2
You tempered love and truth
Propelled by Terror;
Brandished, placard prejudice
Cursing, stifling, torched or no.
The crosses flared behind you,
Savage, lying as the truth
All plundered by the cruel.
But placed behind you was no vain,
No callous backdrop –
By you inverted, hatred’s charcoal
Mutated into light.
One moment you flinched
From the ringleader’s glare,
And then recharged with strength
From that first font
To free the icon, barred.
They gave the prompt to you, the saviour
Against those thugs,
Charged with their poisoned inspiration
Turning foul, upon their own,
Tearing their last shreds
Of moral pretence.
So true you stood by your black icon,
Your disrobed intercession spoke all truth,
The voice of justice
Radiating through seductive overture.
Phoenix at one remove: then flames preceded you;
You drew new life from others’ ashes.
I’ll Justify Your Love
You overwhelmed my every fear
Oh yes: I’ll love you through the sheets of rain
Take you ripping, your luminous body
rippling from your drenched magnetic silk.
I’ll take your dress to the air,
the rapture of a parachute.
I’ll love you from a plane,
love you in free fall,
unlace that gleaming shell –
corset of lightning;
Roll with the turbine
fused in orgasm.
My fear was for the fall
My fear was in the fall.
My fear has gone, immersed.
My dream is in the fall,
My dream beyond the fall;
My hopes aloft,
Plunging with you
No top, not bottom,
No end and no beginning;
I’ll justify your love.
(Inspired by a poster showing Madonna in a white Fifties retro bathing costume)
When you reveal yourself
you are the sun –And as you shine,
deepen the night’s alluring bosom,
peel off all grime, fatigue,
Your costume top, your covered breasts the loftiest mountains,
Your upper breasts and shoulders, deepest skies,
through and beyond the air.
Your upper breasts and shoulders, deepest skies
Through and beyond the air.
As you tone up, you love,
as you prepare for love
make true generic drama;
And with your liberating power
plumb all suppression’s layers to free life’s fountain.
So long I held my silence
with bated heart, so long unknowing
poised for your cue –
At last to speak.
Madonna, undress my dreams!
And guide their light
to flood my waking life;
Make me know all –
your every robe an element
in total chemistry.
Let’s make our every thrust a pile
for architectural truth.