{"id":219,"date":"2011-05-19T10:19:16","date_gmt":"2011-05-19T10:19:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue9\/?page_id=219"},"modified":"2012-02-02T20:27:37","modified_gmt":"2012-02-02T20:27:37","slug":"salim-gold","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue11\/writings\/poetry\/salim-gold","title":{"rendered":"Salim Gold"},"content":{"rendered":"

Naturally <\/strong><\/h1>\n

Extraordinarily naked, as you are,<\/p>\n

you occasion delight in extremis<\/em>.<\/p>\n

I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m nettled\u00e2\u20ac\u201dlike a stallion.<\/p>\n

I fidget, damnably, starting.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

No vulpine seducer, I quit all tweedy sports<\/p>\n

in favour of your kiss\u00e2\u20ac\u201d<\/p>\n

a Champagne that shimmers inside me.<\/p>\n

To rest upon your alabaster breasts\u00e2\u20ac\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

O Pagan beauty,<\/p>\n

with the honeyed, sunny laugh\u00e2\u20ac\u201d<\/p>\n

is to have salmon as you give salmon,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

and to taste the sweetness of its spawning run,<\/p>\n

a river of honey<\/p>\n

amid naked chalk.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rome Remembered<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Our Rome was two beds\u00e2\u20ac\u201dthe Coliseum<\/p>\n

In miniature and ruined afresh.<\/p>\n

I wanted Punt e Mes<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u201dno half measures,<\/p>\n

And no quarter in bed, but hindquarters.<\/p>\n

Beside the Spanish Steps, we saw Keats\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bed<\/p>\n

That saw no fucking, and Shelley\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s volumes<\/p>\n

That are all about that, and so we pressed<\/p>\n

Our sheets much like Shelley\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s and unlike Keats\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s.<\/p>\n

Our loving wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t just good, but gaudy\u00e2\u20ac\u201d<\/p>\n

Bawdy as we like it, bodily,<\/p>\n

Until you were dizzy and I was drunk.<\/p>\n

We eyed ruins and spied where the Pope prays.<\/p>\n

August is hellish, so we ate gelato.<\/p>\n

But all was molten as we melted.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

L’Ext\u00c3\u00a9rieur<\/strong> <\/strong>du mus\u00c3\u00a9e<\/strong> <\/strong>Chagall<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Here gulls squawk like lovers in extremis<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Arab aestheticism lauds that screech,<\/p>\n

As when mullahs cry souls to prayer, or clerks<\/p>\n

Caterwaul at Satan\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s crafty scholars.<\/p>\n

Just read Gibran or Khayyam, as I do,<\/p>\n

And know that lovers are supreme animals,<\/p>\n

Given to each other and given to drink,<\/p>\n

And driven to that gorgeous paralysis.<\/p>\n

You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re no pale, puritanical virgin,<\/p>\n

And I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m no black-hearted philanderer,<\/p>\n

Iffy in words and deed, whose love is looks.<\/p>\n

Now, let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fondle each other and strip off<\/p>\n

Hair-shirt morals.\u00c2\u00a0 I like my lovin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 hot\u00e2\u20ac\u201d<\/p>\n

And my woman, hotter:\u00c2\u00a0 To squawk like gulls!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/p>\n

Enclosure<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Again I arrive in your city, veer<\/p>\n

Into your arms, to verify you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re mine,<\/p>\n

And clatter to your board and bed, to clutch<\/p>\n

And suture, with \u00c3\u00a9lan\u00e2\u20ac\u201dto the \u00c3\u00a9clat.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mannerheim<\/em> vodka is as clear as wind<\/p>\n

And the razor-edge of the sea, and cuts<\/p>\n

Quick to the heart and to the quick.\u00c2\u00a0 Each kiss<\/p>\n

Tastes of it, blithe as fire, lithe as tango.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My hostess, so usually a ghost<\/p>\n

To me, who I conjure by endless post,<\/p>\n

Are we close enough being now so close?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Disclose to me all your feelings.\u00c2\u00a0 I’m close<\/p>\n

To you who is normally so distant.<\/p>\n

Cleaving, we veer closely to openness.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Old Song<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Oh, you are thin and lovely, elegant,<\/p>\n

Wearing classic dresses, tight, with thin waists:<\/p>\n

Never decline\u00e2\u20ac\u201dto incline and recline<\/p>\n

And show off your identity of snow!<\/p>\n

I like being your intransigent lover,<\/p>\n

Milking unanticipated fathoms<\/p>\n

Of milk, tapping your metaphysical<\/p>\n

Honey, your metaphorical sugar\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6.<\/p>\n

You are eons sexier than other<\/p>\n

Women, and never an undecided,<\/p>\n

Or two-sided, or blind-sided lover.<\/p>\n

I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m a troubadour of foam, spelunking<\/p>\n

Your surf, surging, until my own surf\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s purged,<\/p>\n

And sweat, rinsing to our bones, scours us pure.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Clean Living<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Clean, vigorous, healthy loving that sets<\/p>\n

Our bones eerily shivering, is good!<\/p>\n

Heady, breakneck, cut-throat loving, nice<\/p>\n

And violent\u00e2\u20ac\u201das nasty as saints\u00e2\u20ac\u201dis good!<\/p>\n

\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0Passion<\/em> is a violent emotion\u00e2\u20ac\u201d<\/p>\n

Makes lovemaking uncompromisingly<\/p>\n

Animalistic (if we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re realistic),<\/p>\n

So you, my female, squirm, seeking more joy.<\/p>\n

Feel the bed\u00e2\u20ac\u201dsoaking wet.\u00c2\u00a0 Our smell\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s so rank<\/p>\n

That flies would flock.\u00c2\u00a0 Your tongue feels delicious,<\/p>\n

Licking my no-doubt, sour-tasting Lingam<\/em>.<\/p>\n

I have a ram\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s organ; you have an ewe\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s.<\/p>\n

Thus, we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re Nature<\/em>\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s creatures, matching.\u00c2\u00a0 Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t shy:<\/p>\n

I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m stuck fast\u00e2\u20ac\u201dhoney-bedded\u00e2\u20ac\u201dwhere it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s good!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Pace Goethe<\/strong><\/h1>\n

When you kiss me, who\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not aroused?\u00c2\u00a0 Even<\/p>\n

The dead must groan for Want<\/em>.\u00c2\u00a0 While we yet breathe,<\/p>\n

Why squander Passion<\/em>?\u00c2\u00a0 Nakedness upon<\/p>\n

Nakedness, our limbs, one to one, are twinned\u00e2\u20ac\u201d<\/p>\n

Vivid, sea-bright, foam-blanched Venus and bronze<\/p>\n

And brazen and unrepressed Priapus,<\/p>\n

Forging orgies, the rodeo ruckus<\/p>\n

And fracas of the raucous, bawdy bed.<\/p>\n

Look!\u00c2\u00a0 I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m no tired stallion!\u00c2\u00a0 In our stampede,<\/p>\n

I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll sire a storm of ivory where it counts,<\/p>\n

Where we horse about, sweat tanging each haunch.<\/p>\n

(Coupled horses?\u00c2\u00a0 That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s us!\u00c2\u00a0 A spectacle!)<\/p>\n

So, down with your panties!\u00c2\u00a0 Down with my pants!<\/p>\n

Let light flood us suddenly.\u00c2\u00a0 Joy<\/em> shake us.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Naturally Extraordinarily naked, as you are, you occasion delight in extremis. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m nettled\u00e2\u20ac\u201dlike a stallion. I fidget, damnably, starting.   No vulpine seducer, I quit all tweedy sports in favour of your kiss\u00e2\u20ac\u201d a Champagne that shimmers inside me. To rest upon your alabaster breasts\u00e2\u20ac\u201d   O Pagan beauty, with the honeyed, sunny laugh\u00e2\u20ac\u201d is […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"parent":203,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"authorpoetry.php","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-219","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue11\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/219","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue11\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue11\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue11\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue11\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=219"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue11\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/219\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":929,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue11\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/219\/revisions\/929"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue11\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/203"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue11\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=219"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}