Romance needs some help this Spring in the northern hemisphere. Reflections upon romantic infatuation (1) -today- via a dialogue in haikus (bad idea from the getgo), and (2) -tomorrow- via philosophical musings verging on the esoteric (perhaps worse)…
An endless garden replete with fruits of all persuasions, rolling daffodilled hillsides, luxuriant condos overlooking impossible vistas, exuberant slums, and WordPress blogs. A fetching melody drifts in and out of the pulsating breeze currents, with barely discernible heavenly words singing themselves, as if voiced by clouds:
“Once before the world began
God was sitting in the sky
He began to get some mud together
Oh, I wonder why!
First He made a man
Then He made a woman
Mr. Adam and Miss Eve
They began to be good friends
As I can well believe”
MARS
she asks what is love
I thicken in her presence
eloquent reply
VENUS
pig, thou porcine cad!
equating heart with physics
yet: I tingle so
his member tracks me
absent coy calculation
as compass finds north
MARS
she asks what is love
I thicken in her presence
eloquent reply
A bamboo pole arrives stage left, smartly cracking Mars upon his mesmerized noggin… The deity adjusts his utterance…
what power is this
muscles liquid in her gaze
knees buckle, sight blurs
her softness enslaves
compels meekest submission
though force mounts within
VENUS
pig, thou porcine cad!
equating heart with physics
yet: I tingle so
Ephemeral Cupid hovers past, unclouding her skeptic as he grazes her spectacular sideboob with a caress of his tinctured arrow…
fragrant kindness wafts!
lo, sweetness marks his urgence
my shields unfasten
shall I steer his aim?
I moisten at his onset
who governs who here?
MARS
she thinks like flowers
lips blow blossoms when speaking
I crave her bosom
though food’s unneeded
I bend to her with hunger
dance her pace unasked
grant me this linger
for my sureness this moment
s’by your glow hindered
VENUS
I possess his code
yet relinquish the glory
in soothing am I sooth’d
MARS
I’m become beggar
at her holy grotto’s gate
ointment, love’s nectar
VENUS
I fuse our longing
despite unlike origins
my waters clean hearts
By heaven’s magic
is want become creation
grace transforms the will
regard the spent beast
in repose beyond all strife
light overcomes space
BOTH
losing is winning
taking becomes sweet giving
enwraps us aglow
Goldfinches land in their place of rapture; astonished intermediate gods sip cocktails of ambrosia…
_______RS
[ Image : Botticelli’s Renaissance visualization of the Venus and Mars forces in the cosmos. ] (link)
[ Lyrics : Adam & Eve verses thanks to Robin Williamson from a vastly under-scrutinized album entitled ‘Liquid Acrobat As Regards The Air’. ] (link)
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This definitely made me laugh. Which can be rare for me. Thank you 🙂
And it was the side boob moment
yeah, have to say, it cracked me up when writing it, the bamboo pole too a bit. 🙂 Welcome! And thanks for mentioning.
‘her holy grotto’ — great line! and not a grotty hole in the whole hairy thing!
🙂 Thanks, Hariod. To sacred grottos then, and pilgrimages thereafter. And how’ve you been, old ami?
Bearing down, as they say. Been away from the blogosphere for a good while trying my hand at a little light fiction-writing. Missed your erudition and wit; so was great to return with this wonderful piece of yours. Many congratulations!
Ah, so kind, but good to hear. Me too, incidentally. Not the novel, but took a year off, fallow.