QUEEN OF CUPS

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Beauty, goddess, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, Tarot, Water, Water power astrological

QUEEN OF CUPS

queen of cups
the water
loves you

and I feel
my thoughts
all heading South
(deep below that
girdle known
as Tropic
of Cancer)

the water licks you
into glorious shape

and I
can die now
having absorbed
this vision

nothing my old
tired poetry can do
to capture
in word or phrase

this desire, this beauty
pure, unadulterated

AFRO-DITE

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Africa, Aphrodite, Beauty, Desire, goddess, poem, poetry, Venus, Water, Water power astrological

AFRO-DITE

friend, do not call
out to Olympus for
your Greek Aphrodite

whose star
morning and evening
brightest in the heavens
goes by
her Roman name

word has it — and more than just word —
shared collective vision
tells me that
far on her seashell
she has travelled
to return to
Africa her
most sacred home

where her
love and beauty would
threaten to
soften us
make us slaves to
the poem
she has always been

she who
put Helen to shame,
and sister Clytemnestra
beguiling the worth, enriching
the very Earth
as the water that
is her element
begs to take the
shape
of her frame

SLOWLY

chances are slender
and so are you

who
(so supple)
curve
like a
bow

wounding me
grievously
with
fire-arrows

calling it
love

and
when I insist
you pull
them out

you do it
so
very
slowly

ON VENUS

metal snowflakes
fall on Venus

once vaporized, now
condensing

most mutant
of snows and

not what
you might expect from
the love goddess planet

in a
somewhat love
poem

me aroused imagining
those metal flakes falling
and you dancing

copper, zinc, gold, iron, lead,
titanium

covering you as
you grow hotter than Andromeda
raising my body
to an insane temperature

IN THE MEDIA AGE VERSION

the media age
Adam and Eve

would have had
absolutely no
interest in the
Tree of Knowledge of
Good and Evil

for them
the bling-bling fruit
all so shiny, and
light-reflective

of the Tree of
Crass Celebrity and stupidity
would have done
the trick
(and not much deal-
cutting sales
talk needed there
for the serpent
to pimp)

SPANGLED

our bodies
were quantum
entangled

the one
shone

the other
spangled