Vanessa Daou - My Love Is Too Much Lyrics

Lyrics My Love Is Too Much - Vanessa Daou



My love is too much
It embarrasses you
Blood, poems, babies
Red needs that telephone
From foreign countries
Black needs that spatter
The pages
Of your white papery heart
You would rather have
A girl with simpler needs
Lunch, sex
Undemanding loving
Dinner, wine, bed
The occasional blow-job
And needs that are never red
As gaping wounds
But cool and blue
As television screens in tract houses
Oh my love
Those simple girls
With simple needs
Read my books too
They tell me they feel
The same as I do
They tell me I transcribe
The language of their hearts
They tell me I translate
Their mute, unspoken pain
In the white light
Of language
Oh love
No love is ever wholly
Undemanding
It can pretend coolness
Until the pain comes
Until the first baby comes
Howling her own infant need
Into a universe
That never summoned her
The love you seek
Cannot be found
Except in the white pages of
Recipe books
It is cooking you seek
Not love
Cooking with sex coming after
Cool sex
That speaks to the penis alone
And not the howling chaos
Of the heart



Writer(s): Vanessa Daou, Erica Jong


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