Agape

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