Terrorists of Love

TERRORISTS OF LOVE
(after the Fugs, Allen Ginsberg,
Adrian Mitchell and Chumbawamba)

we are the terrorists of love
who sex-bomb the world back to sanity,
while we’re fucking we’re not fighting
we make love across frontiers
of race, gender, ethnicity
or whatever faiths we choose to deride,
each fuck a sensual detonation
of loving tenderness that unites us,
we are equal opportunity lovers
the gun-shark snipers of intimate kisses,
when we fuck there are no concealed weapons
no hidden agendas, nothing and nowhere to hide,
when we’re naked we have no uniform,
dress-code, status brand or designer label,
nothing is banned or enforced
and only affection is permitted,
on each other, in each other, around each other
in delicious convulsions and penetrations,
the ripples of perpetual energy that shakes
each and every wall intended to keep us apart,
we are the terrorists of love
we are the insurrectionists of orgasm,
we advocate global acts of loving,
we are inclusive, and we will not be denied,
we have penis and breasts, nipples and pubic hair,
sweat and saliva, we have vagina and balls,
we venerate each pulse of life
and mock those who attempt to divide us,
we are the suspect device that explodes into flowers
ticking ticking time-bombs on a countdown to ecstasy,
our body-fluids migrate across
geographies in defiance of border control,
our manifesto is stained, but precise,
we lick and suck and kiss and fuck
until there is nothing but love,
this is our mission to liberate life
cum by cum by cum by cum,
we begin here and now
with you and me…

by
Tristan Trotsky