Ideal citizens, you.
Dreamed-of private individuals,
With villas and servants.
Feasts, travels, lavish meals,
And drugs at the disposal of life.
Bravery is tiring,
Easier is indulgence,
Though it does not fill the belly.
With luxury you melt in saunas,
With androgyne butterflies.
And then, in the mighty air-conditioned
halls of Sodom,
you offer your seed
to Sterfos,
the tunnelled demigod.
This master of dance forms
Led not by tender grasp of hand.
A clutch of hair pulled back, offering ivory throat
Began the waltz.
Arms around your neck...embracing? No!
Hanging on
For fear, of
falling
falling leaves equinox trees
Through his window show
ballet of gold
and red and brown
Color never so real and loud
til pleasant pain shocked her
Yin/Yang cold fusion
Persephone went down
Submitting to autumn smoky death
Sailing back to life on spring rivers
Fluid alchemy borne of violent thrust
Overlord Prince Master
Holding, taking
Harder, faster
Teeth to breast
Nails to flesh
Curve to line
So becomes the Androgyne
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