Salim Gold
Pace Goethe
When you kiss me, who’s not aroused? Even
The dead must groan for Want. While we yet breathe,
Why squander Passion? Nakedness upon
Nakedness, our limbs, one to one, are twinned—
Vivid, sea-bright, foam-blanched Venus and bronze
And brazen and unrepressed Priapus,
Forging orgies, the rodeo ruckus
And fracas of the raucous, bawdy bed.
Look! I’m no tired stallion! In our stampede,
I’ll sire a storm of ivory where it counts,
Where we horse about, sweat tanging each haunch.
(Coupled horses? That’s us! A spectacle!)
So, down with your panties! Down with my pants!
Let light flood us suddenly. Joy shake us.
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