Nausicaa
She was a kaleidescope of apples;
and the olives skirting her thighs
brimmed dark oil that slicked her footfalls
into ocean cries.
Not long ago, I slouched from the Aegean slime
seeking shelter in the grape wastes,
but the booming of cloth on rocks
woke my earth shaker fears.
I rolled onto her set like a mud god -
there, among the astonished girls,
she alone approached and demanded
marmoreal attention.
I consumed her oranging tongue, and imagined
snakes, clippers, the tossing bulls,
for the hair maze and shell fish ears
revealed Knossian patterns.
Yet sea beasts broiled in her blood,
and faint flavors from one-eyed folk
kept stirring old, dark thoughts -
fantasies of whorls and bends.
 germanicus2 · Tue Apr 08, 2008 @ 12:31am · 3 Comments |
