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In a desolate desert where peaches are scarce
An oasis appears and a goddess prepares
To ****** her next partner with apples and pairs
And proposing a union she takes me upstairs

Into the skyline and over the weather
To a room in the clouds we inhabit together
The book of life opens, she reads me my rites
Informing my dreams for a thousand more nights

Our foreplay, like Gospel, begins with a word
Whispering wisdom and secrets unheard
While waves of effulgence wash over my ears
And unspeakable lightness conveys me to tears

The courtship completed she lifts up her veil
Undresses her figure and shows me her tail
Her gown on the floor in a soft silky heap
And we drift to the bedroom where cherubin sleep

Melting like butter, collapsing before her
Her miracle strength has me backed in a corner
And so I surrender, no use to resist
Beaten by Ishtar, I wait to be kissed

She spreads herself open, unnaturally wide
Receiving my body and spirit inside
Inserting my tome like a book on her shelf
We form an anthology, bound in one self

No match for a goddess and giver of life
And yet we conjoin as a husband and wife
The muse and the poet are spun in one strand
Just see how my pen is now firm in her hand

With one leg in heaven and one in my bed
I recline and receive her celestial head
Arousing my mind and exchanging our dreams
Through visions that swim in ethereal streams

Perusing her volumes and rarely seen stacks
A scholar who studies the shadows and cracks
I reach out to ****** her wavydark hair
Her substance reflecting like dust in the air

I dip in her inkwell again and again
In search of the words that will flow from my pen
Receiving and giving, a cycle unending
Eternal rewards from the muse I’m befriending
The mountain stood regal
Oh Ishtar
mother divine
like the stars reaching over the darkened sky
but it fell
cruel life

The Stars waved over the world and fell
like a dream split the heavens and did dwell nowhere
The light cast over the ruined streets
sickening streets
the defeat
and down like men that fall in battle
blood merging into mud
the life that makes death as it could
the telling of the end
but love remained
its friend

The Stars shone all night
like the mother who cradles her life
but there is also blight in the spheres
like lanterns in the night sky guiding angels  to their homes
the verisimilitude
aching bones
the smokey clouds dancing over the ridge
gathering dreams in them
the bridge that is
sweet nectarous lemon flowers in spring
and still there was love
as all the solitude does bring
Oh The Love.

The day was long
the men strong like ragged legends on the shore
and infernal like the beating of rags on rocks
the absinthian sadness in me
the ticking on of clocks in towers
and still
still there was love.

Love like stillness always within
nowhere really but
the kin of children know this thing
their stories passing by like waves making waves
and the singing
on and on
through decades but all decays
languishing desire in me always
and still the love is

The love is neither here not there
like lambs that bleat and die
and the trees now bare forest who is to care?
cruel life
good life
like rain that falls and falls
the descendant of nowhere
the voice that wakes you when it calls sweetly your name
the lashing moments sinking to earth
for no one at all
the death
the life
the birth

and still there is Love.

— The End —