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Bacchus in Bournemouth
I want to inhabit your sweet body
from afar,
with a bottle of chilled Jack
and
some string;
A blue ribbon Kite and your warm
sandy feet
lilly-plopped like a pilgrim
on a sweet
September day,
along the shores of Bournemouth
I want to live where the waves
crest,
by the endless rhythm of the sea;
To stretch out
beneath your starry eye-lids
and be
the sweet pearl
that glides over your navel
to ferry you
toward an afternoon of sobriety,
despite your 9am mimosas
I want to sail – way out there on the edge
with you,
as we lay our blanket under the glowing
auburn sky;
Waiting for the tom tom drums, to derail
the day
as we ride that minstrel gale
to the outer edge
of the Bourbon Milky-way
with Key-lime
smiles, and a golden bundle of laughter
I want to dance on the pallid beauty
of this pasty night
in search of colour, on your warm
kirschwasser lips;
While I rocket across the universe to meet
the oscillating roar of your hips
and the Alma mater
of my soul – your wild sour-cherry
ghost lips,
as we romp across the midnight breeze
on Tequila smiles
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I just had to visit this one
I just had to visit this one again, and I realize that, in my previous comment, I missed out on mentioning the fourth space of the poem . . . the presence of the Beloved. You describe this person very well.
J-Called
Bacchus is in full revelry in
Bacchus is in full revelry in this banquet of passion and seductive artistry, but it's a natural, earthy high and it's mind blowing. From the first sip:
"I want to inhabit your sweet body
from afar,"
to your capricious "romp across the midnight breeze/ with Tequila smiles" you stunned with so many savory lines that I was breathing it in and spinning blissfully on the "shores of Bournemouth".
Resonant with beauty and deep love. Truly amazing work.
The poem's conversational
The poem's conversational tone presents some very profound emotion; but what I really like about the poem is the intersection of three spaces: outer space which is remains in the background, but is most certainly there; the inner space from which the poem arises and which is the greater part of what it expresses; and the shared space of Bournemoth. The Poet gives us just enough of each of the spaces to create a balanced and artistic overlap of the three spaces, which are like the three dimensions; and that overlap or intersection becomes the venue in which the poem delivers its emotional content and impact. The poem is excellent.
J-Called
Outer Space… Inner Space…
Outer Space… Inner Space… and Bournemouth. It’s all there, exactly as you said. All of it woven together, by the gentle happy spirits that live in bottles.
As I grow older, I’ve come to appreciate the term Spirits – for distilled liquors. If you have good intent with a good mindset, mostly good spirits channel through your soul. I like to think of this particular mindset – as singing with the angels.
But if you should imbibe those same distilled liquors, while holding fault or grudge against your brother – than bad spirits will creep in, asking you to condemn your brother.
That is why I never drink, if I have unsettles issues with anyone.
And I think that should be universal advice to anyone.
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That is a very astute and
That is a very astute and sensible summary.
J-Called