Ah, women singing like
blood-breasted robins!
Mine and Xoxe’s Muses, and
I love them as I love the poet.
But I love them more when
naked as the afternoon sky,
with their golden bells singing:
swinging in her fertile belfry.
Oh no, not only one to behold
Though not many.
But two bare lovable breasts,
that moisten my dry lips with manness.
Lovable twin breasts of milk,
pregnant bells of Eve – of
invaluable treasures, as gold her
golden-tanned skin.
Infantile ignorance and dependence,
I love to suck those bells of gold,
nourishing me persuasive graces, they
hid under heaven’s cloak.
Now unearthed, disrobed before mortal eyes!
A spring rushing forth from the twin
virgin passage of the Queen
Spring Adam in confounding silence hid;
for golden bells gifted he has not been,
nor fertile and perfect twin milk-springs.
Ah, my lovely Eve,
my immortal Magdalene,
your breasts, those perfectly golden bells,
is my spring of eternal poetry.
Photo Credit: Free Parking
About the Author: Gerson Garcia also known as Elmot writes commentaries on socio-political issues and blogging at Pinoy Sounding Board in his signature breezy, irreverent writing style. There’s no disconnect between his online persona and real self as his blogging buddies found out in a recent blog meet up. Gerson is as good as advertised – a true gentleman belying his youthful good looks. You can also find Gerson holding court in Twitter as @elmot when he’s not mocking politicians and celebrities in his blog.
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