Tuesday, January 14, 2014

TO A YOUNG LOVER



You break me—now, remake me.  I am not real
Until you subjugate me, and I feel
Your cock’s hot heart slice through me, now—you flex
Your loins, my back beneath your abs, your pecs,
Burns, sweats, now—Now—the Paradise you plow. 
Abs, loins, thighs, glutes—your muscular thrust completes
My now-fragmented praise. But young John Keats
Expressed it best:  You have me—now—in thrall... 
Beauty is youth, youth beauty.  —That is all
We know on earth, and all we need to—Now—  






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6 comments:

  1. PlatesJanuary 22, 2014 at 12:33 PM

    Beautiful, well written with very classy pictures.

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  2. AguadaApril 23, 2014 at 12:37 AM

    Love this sexy poem.

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  3. AnthonyMay 6, 2014 at 12:13 AM

    The pictures were just the icing on the cake to such a beautiful written poem.

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  4. GilbertJune 9, 2014 at 11:50 PM

    I thought this is such a moving poem.

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  5. Pier Roberto GiannelliJune 26, 2015 at 8:54 PM

    I considered "Ode on a Grecian" for the title. The poem references Keats's ode, and "Grecian" was 19th-century slang for "gay."

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  6. Pier Roberto GiannelliOctober 3, 2015 at 3:55 PM

    The beginning of my poem was suggested by John Donne's Holy Sonnet, "Batter my Heart, Three-Personed God" -- completely different from the great 19th-century Romantic whose verse and sensibility dominate the final lines.

    John Keats, "La Belle Dame sans Merci":
    They cried, "la belle Dame sans merci
    Hath thee in thrall!"

    John Keats, "Ode on a Grecian Urn":
    'Beauty is truth, truth beauty. -- That is all
    'Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.'

    These things inhabit us.

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