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Expose of Passion

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Expose of Passion

You ask me now to sum the beauty in sun's eyes
And make of love the distinction that love despise
And all figures come only to my praise of the gift
God gave to Adam, when he unreplenished, adrift
Midst loneliness and impotence, found sleep blessed
To wake and find his rib enclothed with loveliness

Would you call the virgin mother frigid, cold
Who felt God's heat and furnished men his gold
Zeus too often imitate and did not once procreate
Beyond the fiction of the mind. All flesh fornicate
That cannot yield like Mary did to quiver and moan
To bear the first command to all; all pleasures groan.

The stigma then maligns my rib and cuts my breast
For only truth is beauty in all her virgin comeliness
Undemured, undefiled, stained by circumstance, and pure
The heart aches for beauty and found in Eve no cure
Just Mary Magdala, my passion's patient bride
Goddess of the penitent, queen of desire's tide

That like the moon brings sweet glow upon my bed
She copulates with the sun, and trees that naked shed
Themselves, like arthritic Simons, pay in rich spice
To luxuriate in the pleasures of her passion and vice.
What then her breached external form a little stained
The rich stream of heaven kept not disdained.

Measure this then against rebellious Eve, who crave
Man's pleasure but disdained to concieve;  the rave
Of her autonomy to be as god, and provoked the earth
To crown an Astarte, Anat, Venus, Aphrodite as worth
To which some like Delilah or Helen made men bow
And worship in wine drenched mud the grovelling sow

Think of it, I never thought my mother panted or sweat
To shed a seed, for her purity repudiated such a threat
That I was concieved by the pleasure that first the pain
Mother is too chaste, and stainlesss all mothers remain
The mind rare permits sister or daughter expansion of gene
And yet unweb the stigma projected unto the queen

And where the stigma sits their lolls the brooding heart
Aflamed, the loins deep ocean longing to break apart
The solid rock that love strike to feed the egg athirst
The tongue languishing to bulge night's breast in verse
The hand to strip the curtain from the flesh, the skin
To meet as one, joy in joy, and love in love enmeshed.

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  1. Date: 5/9/2012 11:22:00 AM
    David congrats on your win..David

  1. Date: 5/8/2012 7:33:00 AM
    Congratulations on your win. I must say, I started to enter this contest. After reading your entry, I have learned that I don't have a clue about women!! Your poem is very beautiful.

  1. Date: 5/7/2012 1:09:00 PM
    Congrats David on your super win, hugs vie

  1. Date: 5/7/2012 12:43:00 PM
    Congratulations on your placement in the "Tell us of Women" contest David. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 5/7/2012 8:56:00 AM
    Very nice David. Congratulations on landing at the top of the heap. Well deserved.

  1. Date: 5/7/2012 8:55:00 AM
    Congratulations on a wonderful poem receiving its due.

  1. Date: 4/29/2012 9:30:00 AM
    that was really good keep writing you got talent