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Blogs > Mariana_Trench_ > poetic disambiguation

Psyche on Eros  

Mariana_Trench_ 50F
1974 posts
1/31/2010 9:37 pm
Psyche on Eros
Psyche poked around, made some mention, inquiring she
Read the obituaries, she was surprised to find herself- just there.
Snug between this and that citizen of note.
Parting from past hesitations, she knows now that her voice has become lost in hallow footfalls-
Playing house, answering the love notes he leaves her
Penning succinct replies from her thin-aired marble citadel…
Speaking to him in her love scribbles of where and when and why and how,
A man is a puzzle, and what is he, but a God who
Exhaling, inhaling, exhaling- breathes in her scent, loveliness clinging to
Dewdrops and lubrication, exertions and platitudes-
He suffocates her with the violet petals of some Athenian meadow,
Cramming down her gullet like some exotic swan…Leda was a greedy slut, but-
Mistress of her own destiny, a kind of vindication in that resolve…
How this can be any kind honeymoon, this starvation in consumption?
A God who canvas her body, shivering her tenderness, impasto layers of guilt,
Gilded fat and flesh and golden anxiousness, taking and taking without replenishment:
Chewing slowly each tiny piece the requisite number of times…
The longing glance, the unaware sighs, such meticulous penmanship-
Every minute feels like a torturing of the gemstone that is her soul,
She offered abandonment the void of her being –her only gift is her only
Painful multitudes of slicing facets- the glamour of her sparkling wit - exhausted
On his shoulder drips the scalding wax, so elegant the feathers curl about his torso, the moment when
She is finally uttering with an important voice, no longer doubting, she’ll say: you are no God.
You are my husband and you do not deserve me, my righteousness is holy
It is my vindication to see the truth, I will be aware and I will see into you,
To the flocks of distant sea birds she will chime out- upon completion:
His breath, his sweat, the very space on the pillow where his head rests so sweetly-
Smells of caraway seeds, the silt between slumbering hyacinth bulbs,
Like one hundred miles of virgin cedar waiting in Mesopotamia for rains to soften the soil around their roots.
He is my husband, yes- that is what she knows- precisely that.
Mariana_Trench_ 50F
4396 posts
2/2/2010 4:23 pm
    Quoting kitty_killer:
    "Leda was a greedy slut, but-Mistress of her own destiny, a kind of vindication in that resolve…How this can be any kind honeymoon, this starvation in consumption?
    A God who canvas her body, shivering her tenderness, impasto layers of guilt, Gilded fat and flesh and golden anxiousness, taking and taking without replenishment:
    Chewing slowly each tiny piece the requisite number of times…"

    What a greedy bastard! Good thing she level things out in the end. I love your work, i'm your new #1 fan. ?*
KK,

And I, yours.

Simply that.

MT


kitty_killer 44M

2/2/2010 2:52 pm

 "Leda was a greedy slut, but-Mistress of her own destiny, a kind of vindication in that resolve…How this can be any kind honeymoon, this starvation in consumption?
A God who canvas her body, shivering her tenderness, impasto layers of guilt, Gilded fat and flesh and golden anxiousness, taking and taking without replenishment:
Chewing slowly each tiny piece the requisite number of times…"

What a greedy bastard! Good thing she level things out in the end. I love your work, i'm your new #1 fan. ?*


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