For You
for you, I'd go through one hundred thirty six realms of hell
my eyes burning with poems,
place the red leaf of it in your hands,
I would breathe into your mouth
your Venus on a half-shell,
newly emerged from your
vision of her solitary confinement....
her brilliant hair flowing around your ankles
the pleasure of your love
plucked from Aegean Seas
and etched into the pale blue brocade
of sky between your need
and your holy desire
her star falling
into your body
her light shining her smile,
safe now.
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