Lesbia whispered
to Catullus
I
you must learn to enjoy
my hands caressing you
your
skin rippling
my nails small
knives
dissecting
you
flame frost both creating and killing
in my
fingertips
let you shudder
there
quiver there
tremble
moan while I’m loving you
while my hands
undo
all the knots of your body
&
your bones melt
& you yield to me
come to me now
then my love
come into
the cosmos
Ε“ther of stars’ gap
fills my lungs
my heels
move galaxies
my thighs are pathways to the universe
my
moment
time caught
time spent
time flows
away me
away
me
he
was as intimate with her
as crab lice during copulation
she
who stole fish
who shrewdly
calculated
how to become
bankrupt
with credit cards
went off to Paris to spend money
gave expensive gifts to
friends
even left
him with a Nikon
he sold for a fraction of its worth
careless of money
now memories
flicker in
consciousness
where
tendrils of light
flash
in forests of neurons
long
long
carbon chain molecules hunt
through his subterranean brain
working to remove stains
from a carpet never finding those
remnants filaments of fiber encoded
generations ago
all that Lesbia once was
mythology is like
a stain
no chemicals can
remove
its
archetypes embedded
seashells
in a fishnet
impossible to untangle
intrinsic
to its design
she will always be
there
waiting for him
at the shore
© Dick Russell, 2015
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