Wednesday, September 30, 2009

the goddess in every museum Madonna

or pornographic pin-up lurks--

ever the call of the divine

from sensuous hot heaving flesh

the lover who seeks the completion

the fulfillment of the merge--

oh poor goddess--

you are poor done by

in this ravenous world

of men who eat only skin

and of sapphic sisters who worship

themselves rather than you in them--

I have given up finding in myself

the mildness such sadness instills

when old enough

no fire warms and no come hither

brings anything forth--

our times are something we don't quite get

when we are involved in their passing--

and we go with them to exquisite essence

the form of which is our limited aspiration

is the deluded apprehension of our familiar bodies--

oh the astonishment when these forms cease

and we confront yet again

in our cycling lives

the goddess

unhidden at last

manifest as ever

the appearances of ego

done and done and


Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

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