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Profusion
As full and round as Aphrodite's breast
Arose the moon in late winter gold
And by a diaphanous mist caressed
As sweetly as whispered nothings told
Into the ear of a lover obsessed
With some entendre urbanely drolled,
Then into a flirtation coalesced
With Luna herself for the centerfold
In teeming evening cloud gown manifest;
An abounding glory to behold,
Like Dolly Parton's hemispheric chest,
With nipples by dishabille extolled
Or a T-shirt contest Octoberfest
Of Pan-flute Oreads uncontrolled...
And Dionysus...in cardiac arrest!
Arose the moon in late winter gold
And by a diaphanous mist caressed
As sweetly as whispered nothings told
Into the ear of a lover obsessed
With some entendre urbanely drolled,
Then into a flirtation coalesced
With Luna herself for the centerfold
In teeming evening cloud gown manifest;
An abounding glory to behold,
Like Dolly Parton's hemispheric chest,
With nipples by dishabille extolled
Or a T-shirt contest Octoberfest
Of Pan-flute Oreads uncontrolled...
And Dionysus...in cardiac arrest!
Published 7th Mar 2023
| Edited 16th May 2023
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7th Mar 2023 6:15am
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An abounding glory to behold,
Like Dolly Parton's hemispheric chest,
With nipples by dishabille extolled
An abounding glory to behold,
Like Dolly Parton's hemispheric chest,
With nipples by dishabille extolled
7th Mar 2023 7:48pm
I was only able to compare the fullness of the moonrise last night to the magnificence of the human female bosom!
8th Mar 2023 6:18am
That verse has got me thinking of "Dolly Parton's abounding glory" as a chesty euphemism (she does of course also have abounding blonde hair too).
8th Mar 2023 7:15am
7th Mar 2023 5:37pm
Titties! You wrote about the moon as titties! It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Actually, the moon was absolutely spectacular last night. And when I look up tonight… I’ll be thinking about titties.
Ok, it was more than titties, but fuck, I have to play up my vapidity a little.
Also, that wasn’t a strict sonnet. What?
A great piece with a tremendous flow and a delicious weave of mystical, flirty and funny. Also, titties.
Actually, the moon was absolutely spectacular last night. And when I look up tonight… I’ll be thinking about titties.
Ok, it was more than titties, but fuck, I have to play up my vapidity a little.
Also, that wasn’t a strict sonnet. What?
A great piece with a tremendous flow and a delicious weave of mystical, flirty and funny. Also, titties.
7th Mar 2023 8:21pm
I let the rhymes take over for awhile and when I was done I realized I had arrived at an odd number of lines!
But then I re-read, and re-read, and ultimately decided to live with it.
I wanted few things more than to titty fuck two of the brightest lunar hemispheres I could possibly get together long enough for the event. But how? Of course! Dolly Parton!
I had to resort to the magic of the sonnet, and continue to devote it to the thoracic glory of Lady Bosom!
Only the combined powers of astronomical resplendence and the testosteronal inertial guidance of man-mind could make such a grandiloquent comparison transpire!
Cut to cigarette close up...and fade to black.
But then I re-read, and re-read, and ultimately decided to live with it.
I wanted few things more than to titty fuck two of the brightest lunar hemispheres I could possibly get together long enough for the event. But how? Of course! Dolly Parton!
I had to resort to the magic of the sonnet, and continue to devote it to the thoracic glory of Lady Bosom!
Only the combined powers of astronomical resplendence and the testosteronal inertial guidance of man-mind could make such a grandiloquent comparison transpire!
Cut to cigarette close up...and fade to black.
8th Mar 2023 1:44am
Omg, your comment was poetry in itself.
I dig the renegade. You and your odd lines. So punk rock. Will you dye your hair pink next? Write haiku?
Inquiring minds (mine) are waiting with bated breath.
Honestly it was a great piece, and you can pass the cigarette here… wait.. I quit eight years ago. Shit...
