Athens Elegies E-Book

Z.J. Galos

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Seitenzahl: 92

Beschreibung

The second time the Poet visits his Muse in Athens, having not seen her for over seven months, he experiences a familiar atmosphere arriving at dusk from an all-night flight, and his senses quickly adapt to his spiritual home. With the known sites and vistas during the drive towards the city centre, the first view of the Acropolis excites his being, his 'white marbled knight', as he calls the Parthenon temple. with great expectations he awaits t meet his Muse, one he has looked after his spouse to be comfortable in their room with a view of the 'Sacred Rock'. He'll divide his time between the two women he loves. He has sixteen days to experience his unusual love of Muse and the city. Meeting his Muse for the next days will be his great experience in love and yet their love will become bitter-sweet due to Anna's terminal illness, he knew nothing about. But soon their meetings sparkle with intense sexual tension and they love as if every day would be their last one given to them. While Anna cares for his physical and spiritual needs, he'll write his Journal Poetry, Anna has put him on to. Returning to their city hotel, he cares for his spouse's needs. Between the heights of sweetened climaxes and the recurring difficulties with Anna's health and temporary depressions, he experiences an exhilarating flight, followed by a devastating free Icarian fall. Discussions render only philosophical aspects, but no acceptable solution. Will they manage to keep their stealthy love alive?

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Table of Contents

Book I Days 1 to 7

1 The day of Arrival

2 The Second day (Monday)

3 The Third day (Tuesday)

4 The Fourth day (Wednesday)

5 The Fifth day of Meeting (Thursday)

6 The Sixth day (Friday)

7 The Seventh day (Saturday)

Book II Days 8 TO 16

8 The Eighth day (Monday)

9 The Nineth day (Tuesday)

10 The Tenth day (Wednesday)

11 The Eleventh day (Thursday)

12 The Twelth day (Friday)

13 The Thirteenth day (Saturday)

14 The Fourteenth day (Sunday)

15 The Fifteenth day (Monday)

16 The Sixteenth day (Tuesday)

BOOK I DAYS 1 to 7

1 THE DAY OF ARRIVAL

The winged air ship’s body

Had landed soft-footed and

Then rolled onto the land of

My ancestral home, the land

Where all Western culture

Stems from.

I had joy in my heart and a tear

Welled in my right eye

For I did seek a beloved to

Stand and be there when the

Doors bi-parted and I would

Emerge within the masses of

Milling people who also seek

Someone

Who’ll take them into his arms

And human warmth will well

Deep inside and spread in a

Rush of vibes that could be felt

Even by those

Who stand around and about

This early time of morn’

When the crack of dawn

Ca still be seen on the eastern

Horizon

As a sure appearance for another

Sunlit day, and we, who have sailed

Above the clouds all night

Now sweep along the highways

Into the city’s bowl and wonder

About the crystal clear face of the

Temple-the grand old temple-

That’ll shine into our room

Well-lit and defined

The white knight in his shining

Marble’s armour, or hers, as it is

At least a woman’s triumph

That has reverberated all around

Planet Earth.

This is the time I feel her presence

Although I know she’ll sleep and rest

And I am here to love her, console her

And give her all I have to give and

Much more.

Even more, so much that it’ll not

Spoil this love,

Whatever happens,

But then there’s love besides

Compassion

Besides the way the cookie

Crumbles.

And then what will anybody say?

It’s too early to speculate about

All scenarios and the voices are

Attached to such findings

Besides, I wish sometimes

We would be caught in the

Act of love, as I have dreamt

About.

But such just emerging thoughts

Are here to be written about

Here to be speculated about

In the lands

Love had the proper expressions

Of people to love and to be all

Together in Love at times of

Celebrations

When group-sex was called:

Symposium.

And now we are all civilized and

Yet we yearn for some adventure

Some unusual thing to happen

That drives us wild, or to the

Edge

To test our human conscious

Existence.

And here I am ringing the doorbell

And enter to her place: Ne?

And slip up the marbled stair and

Fall into the hands of her spouse

Who greets me with a brotherly

Hug’s hello and then I kiss the

Woman I desire

The one I loved and love and still

Want to be with

Almost more than just formally

Married

More than just a sexual buddy

One I love to do it with

One who gave me everything she

Had inside and screwed me so

Intensely.

One who I desired so much that

Lewd thoughts came about when

We just touched

Whenever she gave herself totally

To the motions of my dedicated

Lovemaking.

And now as I take her out and

Drive her to the place of her desired

Electronic needs that give her an

Edge over her illness

An edge to her everyday life that

Now as I have arrived

I will have to nurture with her

Together

Nurture like my love she slowly

Feels

And then will come to react upon

Even if delayed or with less fear

Of being known to her spouse and

Family.

She has that eeriness of slow-mo.

And that is due to her habit

Changing infusions that are due

Every week once

But now she’s got another three

Day’s grace on top

Three days in which there’ no

Chemistry

But solely the overlaying one from

Me

And I know I have to be the only

Patient

Her deep reactions are due to

Come.

I want to be with her. Oh Aleta,

Ana, Anetha, my Muse that has

Like a flower welted a bit in the

Dryness of her suffered times

Since the day of discoveries

Digging deep into her fragile being

Something rare and unexpected

Immediate

And like a dark cloud that spun

Itself into the clearness of the

Skies

Between a radiant young sun and

A clear and polished azure-blue of

Stones

Rising majestically and high into

The endless skies of eyes

Into desires deep in you –

These rays of my awakening

That lied unused and fallow in the

Grooves of cold and dusky nights

Of dryness

Suffocating in their overflowing

Lust of tremors and shakings

Like an abandoned child in storms

Of puberty and fevers of his bod’s

Shivers

Shaking of skins

Burning in its own fires of

Self-absorption and deep fried lust

That has on the tongues of Sirens

Tasted as delicious cum

Juices from a burning body of grapes

Wine from the lap of gods and life

To be tasted and sipped

Drunk to the sounds of sweet

Slurping.

And then the first kiss that comes

Naturally and wanted as soon as

There is some space of confidentiality

And the loneliness of two pulsing

Bodies that swill

Like new-found hearts together

In the sweet stickiness of time

That has them embroiled in a fast

And fleeting kiss.

Ah! The first tasting

The first touches

Skin and back now partly bare

Lie on the sliding of his palm

And the sighs from her lips that part

And desire- like his lips – the unfolding

Of her dried-out body

That slowly steps into this

Third-time-cycle of love again

Now and then again

And all the fears have been beaten

Back.

There’s the font that had dried-up

And the spring that has started

Flowing again

The trickle that broke the surface

Of the ivory sand and

The leathery crust of the earth

Keeping the tongue wet and the body

Cooled down from the fires of sweet

Waters

That emerge from her body

A spring from her eyes that flows

Across her lips

And spreads onto her breasts

Trickling down her belly and further

To her warm welcoming thighs.

He loves her

This poet of erotic senses:

I LOVE HER. ILOVE HER…

He repeats like a chorus deep in

His heart.

And when he rushes back to his base

Below the precipice of the

SACRED ROCK

He listens to his heart beat…

I have arrived at my ISLAND OF LOVE

I know now.

It does not matter if we had had so many

Sleepless nights and painful hours

We are together again

At last!

2 THE SECOND DAY (Monday)

Once I had met her, touched her, felt

Her presence, even if slightly detached

The first day

Yet the coals of love that had endured

Many lonesome hours and

The yearnings in a stealthy love

That might be almost sensed by our

Closest dependents

It’s nethertheless building up

Tensions of desires and a want of lust

Still to be had

To be still yearned for in this condition

Of a jet-lagged seasoned traveler and

His beloved friend and Muse

His best confidant and greatest love

Someone he has only to touch

To spread the spark of lust inside

Into the flame that will draw itself into

His own and melt and fuse

And like a moth seeks the candle

Of his lust

That will turn him into ashes

In his lascivious ways that thrill him

With her together

Again and again and

Ever let go

Never fade

Until they will die in small little

Deaths together

In small exhilarated bursts of

Explosions inside

In Greek Fires they have lit

And are prepared to consume

Again and again.

This is the time of life, not death,

Not yet, never will, never dies.

There was a sign and a bell and

Then the message appeared:

Where are you my love, where?

I responded deeply stirred

Almost like a man who has a woman

He cannot do without

But to see her daily and like from

A spring

To sip the water of youth.

I sprang away as a deer that had

Been stirred by the hunter

Who had broken the twigs below

His tiring feet

Which had lost control for just a

Moment

For just one time he left his life

To become a story with a life

Of its own

He thrives on tensions of the

Unexpected.

I hurry out of the peach-coloured

Room and along the carpeted passage

That takes the impact from my

Rubber-soled shoes

And I hurry down the steps of this

Ship of fools

Into the part that lets me enter into

The streets of downtown Athens

The marble-paved boulevards

The elegant Classical-styled houses

Passed the Foundation of Onassis

And the ever young and frozen

Melina

Everybody knows

Even if you are only Greek in your

Mind.

The dog at the corner has eyes

That can judge the people

Who approach its natural domain

Without a blink of its eyelids.

The woman who occupies a seat

In front of the shop

She sells the schlock to tourists

Is friendly

Recognizing my accent immediately

And speaking some words in a

Cape-Dutch dialect.

Now I see the fire in her eyes has

Not yet extinguished like the seasons

And not yet cold like mornings in May

Still are.

I pass Melina’s unfortunate bust and

Greet her my way

With a kiss she must appreciate

As a sensual woman

Then stride along the part I do enjoy –

Walking across the double-bank road:

Syngrou with the traffic giant of a lion

Roaring to go and swallow you up with

One bite –

Just make it across

When the teeth of the beast with its iron

Jaws burn its hot breath at my back.

I elope past the protective

Arch of Hadrian into the shadows of the

Cool alley along the Gardens that belong

To the Nation

Yet I still feel the Lion’s heated breath

Even with my sped-up gait

Rush towards the hill

Past the Kallimarmore Stadiou

That keeps all the beauties waiting

Ahh!

At least this uphill task below the

Sweet-scented colonnade of acacia trees

That form a bower of shaded space with

Cooled air

The rising sun has not yet matured in its

Stripping powers f late morning’s heat.

Then I peak on the apex near noble men’s

Resting place

And my eagerness for life is great.

Still I have slowed down to half speed

Myself

I’m feeling afraid of getting on with age.

I love her.

I feel drawn to her arms

Her lips

Her eyes

Her thighs enclose me like a magnet.

I want to be with her

But I know she isn’t well

And I’ll never push her

But will I be palpably close to

Touch her?

It’s at least a chance

And in between the chores she heaps

Her love upon her only child

She kisses me

Free and unbridled

With as much love as ever.

I do get hard.

I want her.

I feel happy to be with her

Without any fear