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Click hereThe holy source of my desires
laments this afternoon,
which proceeds in sluggish patches,
the air barely fan-shifted, while
our breath is drawn like inches
of sleepy sweet alarums.
But Cherubino, having known
desires of the heart flees cool
to blue through an open window,
and Susannah sings bound
to the nutshell closet hidden,
hung between love, fear.
The Count's treacherous buffoonery
is wrung note by note but you just snore,
turn your long back arched for scratch,
lamenting for the heat to cease proceeding.
These women cry hot, passionate.
Their betrayal red as sirens runs
streaming between layers of patriarchy.
They lament oppression, invalidation
is a subterfuge they navigate
like larks trilling in a forest.
They sing, search for territorial clues.
Oh treachery of men!
Holy source of my desires,
you smile while you sleep,
roll your hips toward the fan.
Oh lamentation--
the dead-weighted obstacle
of your leg blocking the stretch
of mine.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 39,000 poems.
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lament around here. An operatic look at the often annoying differences. An interestingly molded poem. Well done.
jim : )
even when I dont quite understand the inspiration for your work, it still just does something to me. the way you phrase your thoughts, you make them roll effortlelessly off my brain's tongue, they roll down my cheeks like feathered drops of dew and I will prolly ask you later, what was that about??
I love the descript of the man with his back to the fan..thats priceless :)
both Rossini and Mozart...
Doesn't matter which one..I see a warm afternoon, windows open and a peaceful nap with the music on.
A lovely scene and a lovely poem
Thank you