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his mouth was wide open like a whispering heart

‘bring me sex drugs rock and roll back the years’

but prayers went unheard and the little blue pill

failed to arouse healing and he went flaccidly home

from the bawdy house at which he exhaled a curse


still passionate he grasped a manual on hot love

marvelled at positions that took courage and strength

suppleness of body and mind and stealthy resolve

a picture book of inspiration he centred his spine

reflecting on tantra and a magic carpet holding on

to the yoga mat in search of rejuvenation and flow


his mates mocked him when pure Philia took over

'too incestuous' he decreed for 'I can do this myself

I want Eros' but Freud recommended killing his Dad

and bonking his Mom in classical misrepresentation 

of Storge under cover of analysis and moist dreams


his lips were parched and he longed for a lover

or at least some dark web site for illegitimate lust

searching for meaning his book case collapsed

and the bottom shelf reached to the top of the pile

how to treat haemorrhoids did not appeal to him

neither did the DIY guide to aphrodisiac verses

Nietzsche suggested that all religion was dead

only Karl Marx appealed to all communal desire


when he considered surrendering to his old age

abandon the vacant vacuum pump he had become

and accept that the highest form of amorous joy

was to bequeath his two rubber dolls to charity for

recycling of a karmic wheel and selfless nobility

he was pleased after a quick look in the dictionary

that such impartial transmission actually existed

and when he wiped irreverent seeds from his loins

became firm in the belief that Agape was for real


19th April 2021

Agape Poetry Contest

Sponsor Regina McIntosh

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