A Summer Eternal
Let not this day be bleak,
For no amount of shock and grief,
No deluge of tears can cease
Memories of a voice überspiritual and erotic,
Of a woman damned by hatas for resemblin’ a man
And scorned by others as bein’ too “exotic.”
As we mourn Donna’s passin’,
She’s singin’ at higher frequencies.
Our skin tingles whenever she bends an angel’s ear,
Waxin’ lyrical on faith, love, passion
And how pairin’ romance with dance
Caused lots of babies to “appear.”
Puff, Donna seemed to emerge from thin air,
Bronze Botticellian Venus rockin’ KISS hair
Way back when Eurogrooves had much to prove
Such as it could be sexy to synthesize her
Before makin’ her go pop!
Who can forget Donna’s Muse-chic,
Her beauteous mezzo-soprano
In which gospel informed the goddess
To sermonize to believers and the godless
In one language common to frenzied bodies.
Summer moaned and shrieked,
Summoned forth the dance freak
Who flexed and flaunted his/her physique
Adorned with feathered boa, sequined bodice
Drippin’ in strobe-lit beads of sweat.
We stomped out workweek, school-daze blues
When a drag wasn’t some urban malaise —
Or just for sharin’ herbal cigarettes —
But gaudy guys hustlin’ in brick-thick platform shoes
Or lip-syncin’ to disco libretto in stilettos.
Then as now, Bad Girls and Good Girls,
Broads of a feather, step to the hi-hat in their halos
Because one day they, you, we all hopefully will go
Where Donna is today,
At the summit,
(“Baby, take me”)
(“High up on the hillside”)
(“Where the stallions reach the sun”),
Where the Trinity boogies to A Love Trilogy.
Then, I was so young
That I swore you were praisin’ errant scallions,
But it was OK to lead me astray
Because if beanstalks could reach heavenly altitudes,
So could green onions.
Heaven knows you were pillow-talkin’,
’Bout Trojan horses gallopin’ with passion,
Dreamin’ with your eyes shut on that LP cover
Where you floated on downy clouds in a robin’s-egg blue sky
Like you’d cracked the code of pure ecstasy,
Hoverin’ over a global dance fever.
You had us
As close to God as possible,
Dyin’ a little,
But you begged us (on the twelve-inch),
“Hold on … Hold on,”
And we listened,
Our spirits christened,
For you had another verse.
You sounded gentle at first,
Slinkin’ in and out of guitar licks,
Swingin’ on orchestral strings,
Before you screamed and we creamed.
Spinnin’ into partners’ polyester embraces,
We, the syntheses of saints and whores,
Switched our Spandexed and G-strung asses
Every which way on sci-fi dance floors
Beneath shimmerin’ metallic balls
Sparklin’ Champagne lust in our eyes and lower places.
On a silvery night followed by blue lights,
You, Donna, turned Manilow’s bombastic magic
Into an erotic epic,
On the celestial bridge.
© 2012 Chantale Rêve
All Rights Reserved
The above poem is in memory of Donna Summer Sudano and of her hypnotically sensual performances on the 1976 album A Love Trilogy.
Top photo: Album cover, A Love Trilogy (Casablanca) by Donna Summer’
Source of top and bottom photos: Wikipedia
Rest in peace, LaDonna Adrian Gaines
♥♥♥♥♥♥We Loved and Love to Love You♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
December 31, 1948 – May 17, 2012