THE TRIUMPH OFAPOLLO - CYPARISSUS’S LAST ERECTION

THE TRIUMPH OFAPOLLO - CYPARISSUS’S LAST ERECTION

Treading the fire we became one The embers were red roses at our feet Bare our feet our bodies naked Following the destiny of the sun He and I roped together A cord of knotted fire slung between He slouched ahead slowly moving First one buttock then the other

Did I then desire you as flesh Your flat brown belly’s hidden labyrinth The centre of your intimacy won Or did I want this stiffening branch enmeshed Forever in these cypress-shades of death In the end I could not stand the sun