Christ-Kissed Wisdom
“Oh Maggie” whispered Jesus,
After kissing his girlfriend:
So grew the honeysuckle
Below the cross,
Carved from a living tree
Still rooted.
The magus saw the transits,
 While a nymph blew ambrosias
Into a satyr’s face,
Jupiter conjunct Venus;—
Let us share a bed heavenward.
Ballad of Release
Through her holy breasts
And blessed tits
May we surpass the broken angels:
Towards thy undifferentiated bliss
––-Reborn the original Adam.
To melt my arms into her ribs,
As my hands tend a caress:
Passed her lower back to grasp sermon mounts
Spilling out of her skirt
—Through our twine,
Wisdom of God undivide.
Homilies through her tongue on mine,
So the word became pleasure through flesh,
The broken world becomes a festival without death,
While the lesser gods tear in envy
To humanity’s bedfellows undressed.
Through thy labia-lips,
Swaying within-without;
The light unmanifest
Mirrors in our foaming drips
—Onto the highest heaven,
Though yonder kingdom is within.
L’envoy
Her body is a Gospel,
My pleasure is Gnosis,
Agape our savior;
—Within the world a release:
The fluids of God without law set us free.
A Threesome by the Sea
They lay arm soothing arm,
Leg moisten leg,
Fingers in a fountain gushing wet
While their kisses dripped lovely.
I join their enlivening rest;
An afternoon spring-drizzle
Bloomed love-scents:—
Her red hair I breath in:
Her blonde curls I breath on.
The Mediterranean breeze
Unites us three
Into a consummating
Sea-Swim pleasure-mist.
Pierre Winterbottom is a poet, heretical Christian, critic, and unacademic who is living in exile.
