Taste amorosa the deep
Pheromone aroma
Whither we end in heaven or hell.
This divine dichotomy
Cleaving light from dark—
Light the sanctuary—
So well known to the ancients—
Be it superstition
That built this faulty tower?
Focus me Venus
To bid adieu such delusion
 
I wont be free
Until I pray this
Aphroditous tomb:
 
May my mind be free?
May my mind come to see
Actuality 
And find this ghostly presence
Ceaselessly Raging upon my
Awakened cognizance
And my meditations?
 
If I have damned my soul—
My being—
To unbounded lives
Upon this earth
Or otherwise?
Shall the one I dream 
Hither me then?
Or likewise as now
Be merely a succubus
For orgasmic frenzy?
 
Yearning yet withstanding
This psyche’s intransigent
Penchant for passion
Be it kinetic frivolity
Imputed tastelessly
Too bland within the box?
 
Vivacious dream
Come to me!
You are my hologram
My virtual reality!
 
Frenzied I die uneasy,
Tumid and static,
Passive and serene, 
yet aggressively 
 
Ardent
Supple
Goddess hear me out
Day wanes
Evening bevies the light 
Away.
 
Night falls
I arise
Are there not dreams denied
Inundating invidiously 
On my consciousness?
Shall I not perish begging Poseidon?
Will I not steal in to the water?
Reap love? Reap life?
Free me o goddess
Humanize me—
Reconstruct me, 
Take me to aceldama,
 
Or upborne me into the moist
Febrile sky.
Where in my felo de se

A phoenix rises.

Authors Note: this poem is the first Poem of my recently completed book, The Venificial, or The Venus Cycle

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