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- classical music
- Diego Velazquez
- Erik Satie
- Fernando Pessoa
- Lubomyr Melnyk
- Marcel Proust
- Nils Frahm
- romantic poetry
- Samuel Beckett
- Santiago Rusiñol
- Stanley Kubrick
- Stephane Mallarme
- Walt Whitman
You morph me deftly into mere myth,
Whilst for me, you’re purest history.
We loved and breathed on the same distant planet,
Then cataclysm rained its fiery mystery,
Setting you straight, it seems, on God’s starry path,
With no compunction for what he started,
Dejected jagged angles of abandonment math,
Acute, obtuse, right-angled rejection
Now my incisively fruitful muse and lover…
Out from woods, clearly, monsters do surreptitiously move,
From misty clearings, with lugubrious terrors to prove,
To the nervy world of secret sinners averting their eyes,
Cavorting through gritted grins of falsehood and lies,
Exhorting the ghouls to keep their mouths closed,
For fear of private pleasures, misdemeanors exposed,
By these dark forests creatures of devilish beast,
Ruining souls, reputation, sumptuous hedonist libertine feast.
Run, run fast, for the shadows are mounting like storm,
And they’re coming for you, for your soul, in hideous shapeless form.
Perfect poesy would unzip a queen,
Tongued so lavishly, diction pristine.
So mouth me the secret of cunnilingus,
Its labial rhyme, probing distinguished.
Eat me her squirm of worded buckling,
Lapped, lorded, molluscular suckling,
Sweetened, salted, as her knuckles are whitened,
Her quivering verses, honeyed and heightened.