She is the red of womanhood,
her breasts alert gazelles.
Lingering immortal among
Aristophanes’ clouds of fantasy
she can convince you life is ambrosia
for deities dropped upon your tongue
in syrupy slices.
Pulling back the veil of reality
she drips thick and golden adventure
into your weightless body.
Like feathered birds you resist gravity,
penetrate the portal of paradise.
art by Karol Bak
Original Article: https://aheartafire.wordpress.com/2016/05/27/ambrosia-for-deities/
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