Tag: Persian Wars

Lovers Of The Century, Poems

Letter To A Statue

This is the phone number
for the gatekeeper of Althesius,
(555) 484-1123.
He is an excellent fisherman.

Althesius is a gated seaport.
Very odd,
but since the conquest of Xerxes
we have feared other invasions,
except the sunrises
and the bronzing that it does to
our morning smiles.

We eat grapes in the morning, freshly harvested,
bathe in the sea,
listen to the cries of the homosexual waves
on the homosexual sea-nymphs.
The sunlight touches them: they are brethren.

“Come with me
and I
will make you
fishers
of men.”

 

Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
from:
lovers of the century thumbnail image
Lovers Of The Century (poetry book)

Poems

The Bronzed Hills Near Marathon

You carve me in the ledges of your back,
I am hiding in the bronzed hills near Marathon.
It will be a long walk back to the metropolis,
that descension towards the lower lands,
scattering the hairs of dusk,
leading to good-byes across the Aegean.
Farewell ancestors of yesterday,
today I love for you, King Minos.
I will watch blue layers unfold below and above me.
I will drop my Adam’s apple.
I will thirst.

When I see you next,
I will carve your breasts
at a banquet held midday.
Fruit in our love life drips
and I wash you with it
and drink the washings.

In the silence of a white plaster room,
white lighted by sunshine and vaporous breathing,
a dance of zygote dissipates.
The age of gods and goddesses is born, lived,
and died.

Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
from:
lovers of the century thumbnail image Lovers Of The Century (poetry book)