- Erotic Poetry
- Her Sledgehammer
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She lives on a marble pedestal erected
by wise men carrying rosary beads
wrapped around the pencils in their hands.
She knows the loneliness of Aphrodite,
the cold of Olympus, the vacant stares
of praying preachers with vacuumed souls.
She dreams of a prehistoric artifact,
a crafted wooden cage at the mouth of a ditch,
a primitive prison open to the streaming rain.
She travels there on wings of psychic guilt
seeking the elusive freedom of escape
in Neanderthals with cudgels in their arms.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 5 years agomoving in many directions but it lacks a conclusion or a finale.
Also you ain't Keats, no offense intended but the Greek references are pretentious and out of date. If you need them you have to make them work in the poem. You can't just throw them to the wind or they become wind.
But you got it right,
us girls all want to be on the receiving end of a Neanderthal.
