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The faun & the nymph

The faun & the nymph

 

I can’t wait for her

I mean I can

But life has to go on

Prelude a l’apres-midi d’un faune

The frisson is killing me

I can’t concentrate on anything

Without thinking of her

There’s a blood-stirring, breathtaking erotic sculpture in the NGV Australia

Post First World War

Of sex with abandon between a faun & a nymph

The fucking is so intense

I’m really drawn to erotic art at the moment

Because I’m always turned on

Not pornography that much

Because the latter generally lacks intensity

& sculpture works better on the libido

Because it is frozen in time

& one reads movement & rhythm & stimulation into it

Sex without imagination

Without captivation

Feels like a cheap motel

I wanna seduce you

I want to be seduced

To borrow from Elvis

You are “always on my mind”

My poetry is suffering

I’m fixed to one theme

I just wanna walk with you

& let nature take its course

There’s no hurry

The arousal is ripening

Hendrix used to talk about

Visiting one another in our dreams

& awakening wet & panting

I feel close to fainting sometimes

You’re always on my mind

All sounds are the echoes of your name

Everything I see is a link in your jewellery

Everything I taste is an entrée to tasting you

I am wild 

Both poles simultaneously

I’m red & blue

When the blood moon is full

I will visit you

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

  

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