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Phoebus And Erebus
by Philip F De Pinto
I
The dark interlude in me
Had no clue
The heart albeit it was surrounded
By intention which was savage is no fort
Manned with scabbards at her loops
As it was made to believe
But the heart is a sieve
As will permit any notion of you
To filter through without passport
For you were no less than Phoebus
As her height
Tipping her pitcher
And peeing light
Down to my abyss
II
And what relief for you
What sating bliss for me
Your doing this?
For which I am the more soddened and richer
Your peering over the rim
And tipping your dewy pitcher
What relief what bliss
Your doing this?
Kissing me full in the lips
What relief what bliss
Those wet kisses in retrospect?
But they constituted warm meals to me
And oh how oft I would slither out of my abyss
Peer over the rim while you were lowing
And blowing kisses to others in the distance?
And steal kisses twixt meals
As many as the heart could conceive
No plot to turn into a manned fort
But remain a sieve
As will permit any notion of you
To filter through sans passport
III
In the interim that you are not at your height
I starve waiting for some reasonable facsimile of light
From galaxies infinitely more frigid and distant
To pitch and pee sweet mealy kisses down to my abyss
Brighten and sate my dark plume
Which they never do
In the interlude I freeze
And glean devil's food cake as my consort
A three course meal in fact
Which I consume dry post your dewy light
Filtering through
When you are not at your height
Lowing and blowing kisses
To others in the distance
08/10/2014 Posted on 08/10/2014
Copyright © 2025 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/10/14 at 06:29 PM Ah light and darkness, the two eternals each with its own personality and attraction from different souls. You always lay your soul out for all to see. Love it and you Philip. I never have been able to draw to far from Erebus as I wear blinders so I see limited light. |
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