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CLOSE / Parnassiad

Peace and Other Stories

Fragments of a Formerly Active Sex Life

Sappho’s Frag. 31
by Julian X  /  poetry  /  11 Aug 2007

Blessed, blessed, blessed, like a god blessed,

that man who sits w/ you, has the present

of your Presence, has the company

of your soothing voice


and that sweet laugh of yours, which sets

my heart beating, THUMPING

in my chest.  To look at you, the sight, the vision of you, &

I can't ... speak ...


my tongue collapses,

then a sudden fire racesthroughmyveins,

my eyes can't see

and my ears POUND POUND POUND;


I feel sweat running,



my body shivers, trembles.

I feel pale, paler than dry, brittle grass,

and death feels suddenly close, intimate, inches away & about to hit.

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Dissemination: Penetration (Insemination)
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Sappho’s Frag. 31
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