published in Volume 3, Issue 3 on July 8th, 1996
1. Presently I like the new romance of bells best--brass bells, harness bells and cathedral bells, braying bells, soprano bells, flashing bells sounding like rings of fire on the ankles and wrists of barefoot dancers, vesper bells, bestial bells, bells of massacre, bellbirds, rose-colored belladonna lilies. 2. Yet I could be equally allured by the recently promoted romance of bulls--long horn bull beetles, caribou bulls and wild bull wildebeests, bullfrogs, bullmoose, bull bats, bull finches, bull- fighters, sleeked and oiled, salvering white bulls ringed and tethered outside the arena, heavily scented bulrush marshes, berry-feeding Persian bulbuls. 3. One might be led astray into love also by various bellies, bare baby bellies kissed, a sun-soft wooden Buddha belly, swine-belly bags, belly laughs, or even be astonished by love for a bully's sweaty belly as he works his barbells. 4. Most interesting, as union, however, could be seven bellowing bulls in a windy field of billowing bluestem grasses, or twenty righteous bully men and stalwart ringing bells in parade on Christmas Eve. 5. Servant I followed out of sight in the forest and watched her climb the bell tower, into the belfry at midnight. I saw her hoist herself to sit astride that still bulk, straddle the metal of his wide girth. I, myself, observed her ride the gaining momentum of his high swinging, her head back, her feet spread, her body reverberating with the repeating gong of his great clapper. For I was the one pulling the rope below. I was the toller, the theme, the throb and pump, the maker of her romp. I was the god of her pealing passion. And she came and she served me.