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Sybaresque



are there comets in your sky? do you go down to the
water & gaze with joyless eyes at the far midnight air,
as it shimmers in minute crystals of broken stars?
the moon melts upon the cresting shallows; you
detect, in those glistening billows, a raft of driftwood.
upon it, the slumbering body of a stranded sailor.

I’ve been adrift in a blue sea of melancholy & solitude,
guided only by the clarion of an island girl’s poetical bells.
by Aphrodite’s grace, the ocean nymphs have delivered
me to your shore, to be marooned in your arms.

your hand soothes my weariness; the electric touch of your
kiss restores me, as if my strength had never waned. we
rise & walk to your village in the castigating rain.

I follow you down old cobblestone streets, past meditating
trees, to your tropic-hued casita. I enter just behind you,
intrusive as a thief. we strip off our wet clothes, & my eyes
struggle to hold your dripping natural beauty. you are not
an apparition nor an angel, you are a woman, borne of
lustful flesh & carnal indiscretion.

I come close to you, to feel your skin burn mine; to assure
you that I will take you, as a wild beast takes its mate. there
is challenge in your eyes: ‘do what you will – I am not afraid –
I have longed for this!’

you place my hands on your breasts, & I squeeze, not caring
that I might be hurting you. I feast upon your firm dark nipples,
licking the raindrops in my maddening hunger; my tongue
invades the cave of your mouth, to do battle with yours,
like jousting cobras.

at once, we drop to the floor, my body falling just above you,
& you push away, fearful now that my intrepid ambuscade
might destroy you. but my enraged spike is relentless as it
pushes into your vaginal delicacy. your moisture engages my
assault, & we achieve a rhythm that is beyond fiction.

as eternities become moments, my storming passion rushes
out in terrible torrents, & we are carried together to an
unkenable place that I have never traveled…

I am drained of everything; everything that made me a lonely
voyager. we lie there locked, as the rain & the wind serenade
us. I am holding you, my Love, & I will hold you forever.

…then I awaken, to know that you are so far away, & not even
Neruda himself could compose the sad lines that are written
in my heart.

are there comets in your sky?



Written by JohnFeddeler
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