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Peter Tetro
Metaphysics of Sex
An ancient pillow book
(reproduced)
wisdom in its pages
(illustrated)
text from genesis
(dream rib)
actualized together
humans of Creation
leaving all else behind
alone now
penetrate the metaphysics
they will find
define
in that brief time partaken.
Reawakened
to hide
frantically flip the pages
try to reconnect
or re-don the fig leaf?
Return to the every day
each more than
what they first envisaged
in each the other-than-I
together composing the ‘I’
that greets the ‘Thou’ of All
to unashamedly
pronounce their commitment.
“I do!”
Words that are the wand
parting the daily seas
reach shore dry footed
hand in hand
towards the milk and honey
manna when hungry
ten simple tenets
etched in granite.
“I do!”
removing all angst and guilt
trysts guaranteed
preserving sexual energies
to reproduce
repeatedly
nothing to hide
alone together
the very wine of Cana
replenished
with age.
The ring of that “I do”
is not the bond
it’s the daily practice
of their unison
the memories
the renewed thirsts…
for which they must make time
for it is their cosmic prayer
personified
through the very act
linking past to future
pillow book at their side.
Sacramental Shield
For those seconds
perhaps prolonged
at the moments of orgasm
the universe is put on hold
mind, body, psyche and soul
infused with a single purpose
make the world’s spin stop
while balanced on the tip
the penis head within
clitoris exposed, engorged
as the two
engage in fusing intercourse
one to the other
pelvic thrusts propelling
compelling beyond disruption
in those climactic moments
scientifically catalogued
measured physiologically
uncharted metaphysically.
The wall between earth and eternity
pierced and breached
past and future frozen in the present
the essence of existence
reduced to this one Adam
this one Eve
two consenting beings
within their time and space
beneath all of Creation
exercising their free will
while the powers
of both Heaven and Hell
find room between the two
pressed together as one
naked, exposed
to their entry vying
the very essence of that Mystery
revealed in their senses.
In those freely chosen moments
both are completely vulnerable
lest one or both are holding back
settling for the mere physical
refusing or simply ignoring
the mutual giving and receiving.
Vulnerable to all that is, was and will be
and as humans
not yet deities
though reflective of the image
a shield is required
diaphanous so they can see
within themselves,
of steel to hold the tides
prepared to also penetrate
therein conceive
apples to be eaten
return them
into their past
concupiscence
deny their sacramental innocence
purchased in the “I do”.
Without that sacramental shield
to protect their innocence
sex becomes an allegoric
‘proffering of the apple’
genesis rooted in the garden of Eden
the slithering hiss attending.
Sex opens mystic gates
its essence tasted in that moment
orgasm
most powerful of human activity
demanding respect, trust
commitment
to live out its promise
for sex has future written all over it.
Soul En-fleshed
You, precious woman
en-flesh my Soul
wondrous body beneath
the opaque sheer that veils
as you pass through light
hinting, teasing with the sight
my eyes slowly undressing
mind gleefully caressing
that beauty gliding gracefully beneath
clinging, unfolding gossamer sheath
hiding and then revealing
sealing and then unsealing
the form of my Soul, hidden
that your body’s bidden
me to visually embrace
you, your beauty full of Grace.
And, you’ll accept my ministrations
confident the impudent glorifications
will release and lighten my Soul
buried deep within your every fold
that will reach out and envelop,
within the passions that develop
the very essence of my being
my Soul
that in you I’m seeing.
Your Shadow
It's in Your shadow
that the window through
which you glow
is first seen
although we don't know
it is you
until later, much later
when in retrospect
it is grasped, seized
that the road traveled
when strewn with pitfalls
was negotiated
safely
through the years
unconscious of the guiding hand
that held the light
which lit the path
that wound it's way
through our life,
that so thin slice
of existence
we are.
Reason for the Sin
Sin, that willful turning away,
is a powerful, pleasant opiate
that sneaks its way into the mind
if the body, psyche or spirit
have in its scheme been hooked,
where reason can, with a subtle shrug,
rationalize what it now can prize
with eloquently crafted self-lies,
pleading with all the powers that be,
themselves concocted, within reason,
into a convenient judge and jury
that will be swayed to acquit:
no need then to even submit
technicalities, therein the wit
to exonerate the mortal stricken
and thus shielded, the errant human
need not change, amend or expiate
since reason’s given for the sinful state.
**Copyright 2008 Peter Tetro, all rights reserved
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