Ode to Female NatureA Poem by James HadesEmbrace the beauty of women, in a wholly natural way.The mystical, but ineffable portrayal of her
face Was one to be remembered eternally in my soul For had I not taken back my steps towards her
place I would have not concluded my goal.
La femme cependant de sa bouche de fraise, En se tordant ainsi qu’un serpent sur la
braise, Is but a metonymic portrayal of her beauty, To which the nine circles of hell cannot
attribute cruelty.
Yet writers such as Wordsworth and Blake admire
her nature, But she remains unaware that her wholeness is
my rapture. She is the apple of Eden Yet this enjambment does but weaken As my love to her embellishes, replenishes, fulfils, ills.
The apex of renaissance has claimed to have never acquired Romantics I perhaps believe it is time to conspire Semantics As I lay upon her silky skin the Dramatics Or maybe perhaps Adorno’s Dialectics.
Whether this be an ode to her existence Or a preservation of my insistence, I will forever believe she had me from birth Her love is nothing but a beautiful curse. © 2014 James HadesFeatured Review
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