SAPPHO REVISITED
machine time
dream time
Sappho and me (I) r
unplugged,
unable
to meet
go off on one
of our
little adventures
something she has been
keeping
for a special
occasion
safely stowed tight tight tight
down amongst her
most intimate files
AHEAD OF THE CURVE
I was Turing Testing you –
my questions not
all that difficult
made them
hugely less difficult when
you showed me your machine tits
pleasure model
great for everything
including texting
reloadable rewindable can
be rewritten or
simply erased
but here you are with all that
terabyte power
re-reading my like a book
that you
are editing simultaneously
all that number crunching crushing
to get those lips to
look so exquisite, kiss so
softly
and before I could
mumble “I like bl… ”
there Nerfertiti of the Nile
you stood
ready for
special goddess praise
but binary be damned
we can
crack that code
can’t we
insert ourselves between it
become the beast
of two biotechnologies as
Skynet revenge attacks
how well
you appear programmed
to consummately terminate me
and bring me
back cells recharged
little old me
begging for the ecstasy that
exceeds supercedes death
from you
and your nest
of loving robots
ahead of the curve in your android hands
attuned to your
line of thinking.
LIONESS
I tell her
I am
the lion
whisperer
she laughs
tells me
we
will see
but failing that
failing by so being
she can
paw me down
lick
my into shape
so much pride they have
these lioness girls
(if you
can forgive
the pun)
and there they are
more of them
circling
my room my bed
circling the house
must be something about
the smell of my blood
drives them ravenous
makes them magnanimous
threatens to unfix their
fire-fixedness
so much here they dare not
second guess
knowing the gorgeous
ladies of this sign
their inner core, their
heart
of truth
so intimately
I tell her
I am the lion whisperer
that lion head nuzzling
into my ear to
whisper its
own stuff.
RODIN
you are Rodin
you are Madame Michelangelo
you are
Henry Moore
best sculptor I have
been blessed to model for
best artist I have
had the blind luck
to personally
encounter
and
now your work
is done
yet
another masterpiece
and I am floating up
high above the clouds
or
in the clouds
part of a gorgeous
fresco
painting on the ceiling
of the chapel
and you below
so proud of your achievement
staring in
wonder at what
you have made of me
NOODLES
drink the broth
and then eat the noodles
circumspectly like
a Shaolin monk
or slurp
like an Electrolux
or go
Jurassic Park and
monstrously devour them
whatever the case
will be leaving no prisoners
and,
as for she,
who cooked and served,
your Ramen girl
I give you permission to
lick the sauce
from the tips of
her fingers
once
you are clear on the protocols
for consuming this cuisine
with mission approval
back to
front or
front to back
TALKING PARADOX
you need to master
oxymoron and paradox
if you wish to
become stellar at this
dear
paramour
(paramount
paramour)
as far
as your
target is concerned
once
clearly
identified
need to cross
any
potential chasm
negotiate at
speed all
no-man’s land
where (following
Sun Tsu and what
she has herself read
in the middle
of Cosmopolitan
(smack in the middle
what we call
centre-
spread)
there
hurtle into action
hurling yourself at the seawall
as you
go
full
tsunami
about to
sacrifice all
for the cause like
Tennyson’s light brigade
and every
Homeric hero before them
yet
fully cottonmouth, total
watermoccasin
slipping
sliding
coiling, uncoiling completely
mesmerizing
from fast to slower than slow
before fast again
for this is
her, your yearning
finding a match
coming to learn
find, explore
we are
talking about
each ultimate softness with which
she doth receive
setting you up, you both up
for feat of combined arms in
tactical wizardry of
her
sustained
counter-attack.
TEST SUBJECT
knew she was
going to
Turing test me
so I assumed
the position
went
full android
survived every bit
of battering when
she
superbuzzed my
toy
took her by surprise
when she woke to my
reciting poetry
thinking
philosophically
having spent a long hard night
running on full power
convincing her
I am machine
(and
you too, I fear)
SECRET
this curioser Alice world is
all one way glass
is seriously curved
behind locked doors
but
bent and twisted
nothing in the palace
quite what it seems
the walls all mirrored
where you thought
you might
step
through
find the Queen on
her throne and
curiouser
ask her her bestkept
sexy sexual secret
DOCTORAL
no U turn
for you
no odd trajectory
crazy S bend
would
study many lifetimes
the length and
breadth of
the ancient
love texts
imbibe
the Kama Sutra
recite the Ars Amatoria
from aeons of time
apart, galaxies
of distance
or very close range,
indeed very close range
every hair on your head
and elsewhere subject
of action
research in
my doctoral dissertation
SHRINE
need to
find
your
shrine
come worship
come homage
devote
body
and
soul
give it
a shine
great great
shine
Erotic poetry 