Monthly Archives: April 2012

A Bawdy Allegory – the Insatiable Empress dismisses the lust-spent orator-poet, Mutto Perparvulus

If but your tongue were ‘twixt your thighs
and the beauty of your every word,
nectar to feed our hive,
win you could each bed-debate
and with white gold our coffer stuff!
Alas!  Your tongue, you fool,
you keep within your mouth.
Your honey’s but craven words.
What’s ‘twixt your legs and in your loins
is quite less even than attempt.
My discourse wants some fresh,
some better body-speaker.
Of words, enough.  Begone!

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

Joy

Oh my dear sweet lover!  All eye am I.
Your light fills me like fine sherry
that perfects the bold crystal of a glass.
Oh, I am drunk with you!  I see visions.
I hear voices.  I touch the body of true dream.
I sense the perfume of night’s bloom.
But my dear sweet love, I fear
we know not what the morrow brings,
save dawn that greets us with its ruddy joy,
save our waking with a kiss.

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

Jade Orchid

Ngọc Lan – Jade Orchid – you have fashioned
from the deserts of our solitude
a dominion of care and devotion,
a realm of wonder and earthly delights.
Fate joined us in those quiet moments,
that refuge from the rage and din about us
all those years ago, in the midst of war.
From the heights of those sublime moments,
we saw the glory, the shame of both our races.
You were silent, oh shining eyes,
as I took your gift, offered my past in return,
as we sealed our future with thrilling kisses.
During such quiet moments Fate brought us
closer amid the din and rage around us.
Life flows through us and now beyond.
Your love built this, our life; made this, my poem.

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

Sweet Demon of My Afternoon

Come, be the dear, sweet demon of my afternoon!
As I sit here, in this conclave of fools,
the beauty of your face, your breasts, your hips
torments my fancy.  Below the board,
in its linen constraints my lust burgeons
while these humdrum souls debate banal plans
and the arcane meaning of their reports.
Oh, to be with you on this wintry afternoon!

With the passion of your body and the ardor of your smile,
to raze the routine of my pallid days, my business decorum!
At the noon hour to see your splendor,
that naked perfection of flesh’s sweet music,
your body moving in the light of desire!

…I can almost feel you moving beneath me
in our dance of magic, longing, madness.
Then you push me away and artfully climb
above my supine, quivering form
to mount at your pleasure, to ride at your will…

But they call me away from these randy visions,
to ledgers and columns and numbers sans cesse.
My eyes turn again to the prosaic,
my heart tumbles from the heaven you are.
Yet your beauty, your fire, your shimmering eyes
shall be with me still, wherever I am.
So, come!  Lovely and loved and longed-for one!
You dear, sweet demon of my afternoon!

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

illusions end

warm skin will rub raw wrenched senses
wet lips will sour taste the honeyed wine
of body love once we have found
each other’s heart    devoured its secret whole
felt it not at all what we had hoped for
alone   together   in silence
the trial begins    we await the sentence

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

roué’s prayer

oh woman, make me lust, grasp this pleasure!
beauty, share this frenzy, measure for measure
until our very hearts explode!
oh  wicked  salacious  unjaded nymph!
yes, my sweet, life may be hard and, fond hope,
hard once more, and harder still.   amen!

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

callianthus blooming

colors of callianthus flower   grace of heaven
your naked beauty falls like rain upon my senses
nipples hard   those dear darker stars
stir the oceans of sweet longing
wave on wave of craving crashes
on shores of stark   frenzied   sweating flesh
salt and spume anoint us with the spoils of joy
come!  come be the substance of pure dream
as the sun   swollen red   rises
above the purple body of the night

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(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012