SEMINAL

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Aphrodite, Dream, goddess, Humanity, love, mythology, philosophical, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, Venus

SEMINAL

I witnessed the birth of Aphrodite

correction:
I was
there in person, in a dream
moment she was born

or a few moments later,
if you are asking for exactness

drowning in an sea of
Olympian goo

woke up
moment before I
went under forever

feeling drained, as if
a vampire had been at
or with me
(so more difference there
in that little
preposition)

all I did manage to catch in my
mythscape
was but, exactly, appropriately,
as I’ve already said
the tail end of her

and being goddess tail, tail of
love and beauty,
the wave of desire did
not leave me untouched

and I did
think of you, particularly
when she became you,

shifting from gorgeous shape
to gorgeous shape

before she climbed a sudden
spiral staircase
up to Olympus, or perhaps Heaven

place in this incarnation
I knew I could not, dare not follow

and so
must remain satisfied
with last
glimpse of her apotheosis

her impersonation of every mortal beauty
I ever read
as character
saw
in person

even, as your case,
found the greatest pleasure
and yes, misfortune,
to love
to death
and then way more.

DAZE

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Aphrodite, goddess, love, philosophical, poem, poetry, wordplay

DAZE

my philosopher lecturer
looks like Aphrodite

she is
sublimely good
on the pre-Socratics

serves up
Aristotle and Plato
with such
a sweet sauce

her lectures on
Hegel and Marx
were simply electric

she is happily married to
a guy who
works with his hands, services
jet engines

and when
I sit in her class
I absorb just
about everything

in same ecstatic daze
they discuss in The Symposium
(Plato and gang)
I figure
that if
she were really the goddess
it would be saying something

forget
Heraclitus
and his
never the
same river story

mere mortals
have been falling for her image
from the beginning of time

TAIL

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Aphrodite, la nascita de Venere, love, mythology, poem, poetry, Twist in the tail

TAIL

caught only
the tail end

she disappearing
up some stairs

off
my radar

over
my horizon

Goddam Aphrodite
goddess
not normally visible
to mere
mortal eyes

and I felt sad
to have missed out
having rushed in
for the show

nascita most magical
though scarcely less Heavenly

having to head
off home
with nothing to write home about
but then
under that very obligation

and poetic compulsion
to put special spin on it
being
drowning in her
raw essence
absorbed into
that mythology

only recourse left me
being to become
immersed in her poetry

pick up
the pieces (each a
pure jewel)

as you, her head priestess,
must habitually remind me

of all
the great Olympians, one
above all
whose tales always. regaled
with a twist, yes,
in the tail

MONSTERS

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Alien, Horror, HP Lovecraft, John Hurt, Kane, love, monster, orgasm, poem, poetry

MONSTERS

there are Lovecraft monsters
down
in the basement
in deep space

then there are
those monsters
you yourself
are more likely to become

let’s, for want of a better term,
call them love monsters, monsters
Love herself has created

never
was thing with
vampire incisors and
tentacles more
beautiful

like the hapless John Hurt in Alien
I have one
seeded in childhood
still growing inside

sometime due to erupt with
ecstatic volcano

find its way through my flesh
to the light out
of those deep
alien subterranean caverns
of my mind

where it was
both digging for gold
and hunting for conspiracy

lying next to you to night
figured it might showcase itself
feared its irruption

but your post-coital quiet
suggested everything
subside
that had not been sublimed

ALL NIGHT

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love, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, writing

ALL NIGHT

you read me
all night

but still
haven’t finished

the part where
you enter my
life
not yet
written

and still so much ink
in both our pens

JUNGFRAU

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love, poem, poetry, wordplay

JUNGFRAU

if we map
your body

where shall we
put Iceland
where shall
we put
Asia
where
the Equator?

And tropic Capricorn
and tropic Cancer?

Where is Olympus, where
is Persepolis? Where
are the Elysian Fields?
Where is
Tartarus? Where Hades?

Where
the rock
to which
Prometheus chained
for stealing fire?

Oh you do know baby
would love to steal
your fire

if there
are no
stars to
guide me
should light
my way

up the Matterhorn
down
the Jungfrau

both of us
right on the pinnacle
could it
be K2

show me the map
let me find the great peaks

if this be
K2
would be K
for the both of us
K
for us two

best K
we ever had
journeying from
North to
South
traveling from
East
to West

and back
again

from pole to
pole
my
utopia is
you

IMPOSSIBLE

Tags

Alien, love, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism

IMPOSSIBLE

time
and space
are elastic

even so
it is not easy
to consummate
a relationship

with a creature
from an alternate universe
or other dimension

love
knowing
no barriers
but her mind-
bending otherness
leaking where
it perhaps shouldn’t
corrupting the
laws of Nature, principles
of physics

on its way to
transmogrifying
yours truly
leaching out all
my love and other soluble substance
until
my mindscape alters utterly
and happy hybridization
is complete

it is
not easy to
consummate such a relationship

but should
you fall

not
impossible

TALK TALK

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poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, writing

TALK TALK

poets just talk
they no use in bed

beauty like yours need serious sculpture
fine fine art

a Rodin
really up for it

a Moore
a Miro
a Picasso

a Picasso firing
on all cylinders and
way more Miro

tons of gold-leaf
gallons of finger paint

how else to capture
the intensity and sensuous shape
of your sexuality
how else
to pay it homage, give
it aesthetic justice?

way beyond anything possible
in how you
scheme your
lines
(saucy interplay between those
masculine and
those feminine rhymes)

if not
paint or
alabaster

then let us turn
to
melody, harmony
scale and
chord

Oh the music that we imagine
if you
were orchestra

ascending
descending
ascending again
(as
arpeggio, glissando
the maestro feels you about
to launch
into your solo)

leaving world of words
feeling sad and short
and so far behind

unless
colossus of wit, mandarin
of syllable
announces himself mightily

strides
centre stage, his voice
a whirlwind

and there you are, your body versified
your story
made
universal

stretched out into three acts and
climaxed in denouement

not one
inch of your body
not willing to mean
all it can sing

be
the truth of a
tale realized

it always
(so secretly) wanted
to tell itself

IN PRAISE OF SEMIOSIS

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Aphrodite, Dream, love, poem, poetry

IN PRAISE OF SEMIOSIS

fell into
a fertle ocean, foaming
with love goddess

or maybe it was just
a water tank
sticky
with male seed

a guy in this same dream
swore that when I woke up
the meaning of all
of this would
be obvious, my
life prove miraculous

and she whose star
shines evening
and morning
light
second
to none

is already selecting her
mortal guise (weighing up
what would be
the truly irresistible shape
and size
and colour)

devising the flimsiest, most diaphanous
see-through
pretext

to set up her
diabolically delicious
surprise
text of
truly
irrepressible signifier

SUN-LIKE HEART ITSELF

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love, poem, poetry, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism

SUN-LIKE HEART ITSELF

you are
true alchemist

turn me from
mountain to river
to tree
to thing
that climbs trees

coveting
the highest branches

thing that snuffles for truffles
even as plucks the highest fruit

thing that
rises and falls

as the angels do observe
and can attest

knows you particularly
knows you infinitely

is about
to write your poem
launch
your ship

keel
your pot

set the controls for the heart
of your sun-like heart itself