France, the Ancient Place of Love
“In the mid-fifth century [B.C.], however, a Greek at the Cap d’Antibes inscribed two verses on a black stone shaped like a penis: ‘I am Mister Pleaser, the servant of the holy Goddess Aphrodite.’” ~ Robin Lane Fox, The Classical World: an Epic History from Homer to Hadrian, 36
True love, romance, that highest sort of king
Has quivered in la Côte d’Azur of France
Two thousand years and more. It seeks that thing
Of hardness with its darkest bulge to dance
Inside the holes that otherwise would hurt
With bluest neediness that holes can free.
It’s hard and black in its demands to spurt
Fulfilment, ram with its necessity.
It doesn’t want a perfect sonnet rhyme.
It doesn’t need mere prettiness. It wants
To sing and shout out thrusting, harshest slime.
It wants to fill your body’s darkest haunts.
..It may not be as black as blackest stone,
….But knows full well to make a god-like groan.