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
done
Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
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