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Downtown
paintings from a time when passion glistened in lover's smiles
we were looking at that painting
'Painting of a Frightened Girl'
Poempeii (c.60-50 BC)
did she foresee these days
consumed by:
the fear of passion
We don't belong to this age nor the last nor the next...
with your Venus in Scorpio in the eight
square Uranus conjunct Mars in Leo
my progressed Venus in Aquarius
in the degree of your desires flung free.
Your only frightened look ever
re-enacting a painting
of Aphrodites in oral embraces of Bacchus
(fear of drowning wasn't it?)
in the hedges behind Temple de Saint-Pierre
Geneve
1994
you being Hylas seized by water-nymphs
me being Hades
tourists of the new-age that we were
hanging in muses d'Art et d'Histoire
2 rue Charles-Galland
That is the past just moments after we moved beyond resistance,
Henry Miller in The World of Sex writes
'For some, sex leads to sainthood; for others it is the road to
hell...all depends on one's point of view...'
but for me it lead me to you
five-ring circus so many acts so many performers you are
Swiss maiden, virgin-princess, Aussie-slut,
fading soap-opera star, sacrificial lamb
wham-bam
when the moon is in Aries you are my Ram
in Taurus my Bull
Gemini - twins
exploring our dual nature
Cancer - my mother
Leo
take me as I am the only Leo who can crown you so
Virgo
shit - we skip that one along with Pisces
we clean house and act confused on those days
Scorpio
when the night never ends when you take me on the hour
and I take you on the half-hour
chakras working in harmony to
good fucking never ends just the endocrine
glands clog eventually
Sagittarius
half horse half man
take me as I am
Capricorn
snoooooor
(and now with Saturn in Aries even my Aries Ram is slow)
Aquarius
'Sexual breathing'? Is that a new kind of mayonnaise
spread it between my legs
ham on rye, please! (We Leos born in the year of the pig are so fucking polite)
visualisation what am I suppose to do with a girl like you?
I love foolish pride and the way it circles your breasts
your vaginal lips
clitoris
perineum
G-spot
the way your foolish pride chains me to your illusions
erase the 1990s politics religion philosophy psychologist
I dislike what the neighbours call the 'real-world' too
their world of shit...
I can only pretend I am you
sometimes I am you
taking me in inside of you
but it never feels as good as when I am me venturing past your smile
the population of
Oodnadatta, Kalgoorlie, Adelaide, Wagga Wagga,
Nullagine, Super Bowl XXXI and Sydney
shooting past your parted gold-plated teeth
knowing just a slight alteration in the planetary alignment
would end this physical journey that we so well we pretend
we are on.
Monday,20 April 1998
1:22:18 PM
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