To gallop on the glades of Arcadia after
nymphs, a wild centaur, or to kiss a breast
that emerges from water like a half moon,
ivory and soft, given chance I would place
that kiss and a hundred more, but it's
imagination on whose chariot I sit, and I
don't hold the reins. I stand a passenger,
aloof, as imagination seeks glimpse of
Afrodite from the cliffs of old Cyprus.
06.06.2024
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