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Anthony and Katypatra

I arrive. Quickly turning bedroom from Rome into Alexandria.
Skin up, pop cork to dilute and delight blood with Bollinger.
Determined to mix up a confidence to conquer, my
Goddess summoning up a strip tease of your morality.


“The triple pillar of the world transformed into a strumpet’s fool.”*


Coiling concubine - arabesque around your thighs to
nourish exotic fantasy. Arching precision that brushstrokes
sorcery onto chest and fever the soft hair below your belly.
Teasing out your sacred melancholy, never leaving each others gaze.


“There’s beggary in the love that can be reckoned.”*


Your angel, your nemesis - drip feeding you a decadence.
I’m watching your concentration, my inspiration a Sahara
of aspiration as you write. You listen only to your own thoughts,
I triumph in cruel comfort of living the low life with you.


“O! my oblivion is a very Antony, And I am all forgotten”*.


Montage of limb upon limb, we snuggle idle - licking,
mewling as Persian kittens wrapped in each others paws.
Your kingdom falls into a Nile of our new found innocence,
equating to divine forever. Content and wonderfully misspent.


“Eternity was in our lips and eyes, Bliss in our brows bent”.*


Keeping temple open - you compulsively worship through Sunday.
Seductive flush of an asp’s curse onto suburban empire.
Bequething a purulent wound, I scratch hieroglyphics on your back.
Your fallen one, juxtapose all shades of crimson and gold. I leave.


“He’s speaking now, or murmuring ‘Where’s my serpent of old Nile?”*


*Shakespeare – Antony and Cleopatra

 From "Of Lilith and Anthony" poetry collection (available on Amazon Kindle Store) - ©  Katypoetess 2014

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 2nd Feb 2016 12:16

I thought I had put a comment here before. I absolutely LOVE this. I could never write in this way; (I don't think - but, then, I've never tried.) Anyway, I so enjoy your work, for itself, and also, because you stretch me.

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Nigel Astell

Tue 19th Jan 2016 15:04

Temple of love bringing with it
two of yearning that want
everything to stay just as it is
but sadness beckons.

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