About Reparations to Eros

About Reparations to Eros

        there will be no reparations

May my silence never walk

on the dormant back of a heron.

May it leave a homeopathic drop of luck

on the waters of my trembling body.

May my skin bear no resemblance

to the unshakable epidermis

of a frozen pachyderm.  

I confess, 

I'm in debt to a slave driver's arms.

I tasted his fruit, 

and I couldn't distinguish

the sour from the sweet.