Inner Sanctums of Hole-iness
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
The gods loomed more than superstars do now.
The gods were more like legendary fire
Behind a gilded curtain. They would plough
A lad or woman with a beauty dire
Enough to leave a virgin gasping, full
To bursting every time with child, and boys
Forever holding golden nectar. Bull
Love turned the maids and twinks to gods’ slick toys.
The goddesses were never ones for girls.
They wanted youthful hairiness, the first
Slight flowering of it with its armpit curls
And down on cheeks. The goddesses had thirst
..For what an innocent young male could shake
….In them with holy wand more like a stake.