- Erotic Poetry
- Galatea Goes Back
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When you can't breathe
because I am
lodged in your throat,
will you
spread your dove's fingers
and hover upon
my cruel contorted buttocks?
It is hard to embrace this;
you must be strong-
pinioned, your arms ever in
a pale Greek attitude, you
must have Parian lungs
not to choke or scream.
Will you go down to stone
for me? Will you
be that coarse faithful thing
that I may feel and always
find firm?
Like all monuments
you will be more
beautiful than that
which you honor.
How long now?
How long before
you shake off your marble?
- COMMENTS
EroticOrogenyalmost 15 years agoInteresting variation on the Galatea story, with a return to stone.
bflagsstalmost 15 years agobecause you'll almost always come off sounding solipsistic. CParr's poem is sweet and loving, so I think she wrote a far better poem.
