by phillipw | Sep 27, 2019 | LO
Passion’s Blind Carving Knife In London ‘they almost died of starvation.’ ~ Edmund White Inhabiting a wilderness of bored Clichés about the plight of poets, this Pair breathed in poverty the gods had stored Up for them from the moment their first kiss Sent Paul...
by phillipw | Sep 27, 2019 | LO
Abbess Cacoethes of the Paraclete So love-lorn lovers leave their letters on The tomb of Abelard and Heloise Because these failing modern lovers fawn On legend, not on truth. Upon their knees They worship sea-haar hued romance, this since They...
by phillipw | Sep 26, 2019 | LO
Suffocated Devotions ……….“the fame of his lost love” Who cares about the love of Yazid choked Forever in that clogging of the throat, About Antinous, whose death is cloaked In rumors and suspicions as they float Above the marble whiteness of his...
by phillipw | Sep 26, 2019 | AR, LO, PA, VE
HMS Implacable “Because you loved me as it had to be.” ~ Paul Verlaine in “To Arthur Rimbaud” We cherish thoughts of hearts and fate combined. We love the grand idea that lust is out Of our control like earthquakes. Disinclined To judge...
by phillipw | Sep 26, 2019 | AR, LO, RI, VE
Salvation and Damnation for a Flimsy Vampire “Because you loved me as it had to be.” ~ Paul Verlaine in “To Arthur Rimbaud” We love the thought of love and fate combined. We love the grand idea that lust is out Of our control, like stormy waters mined By Nazis. Maybe...
