Oh grant me, God, the wish to persevere, <br />to dwell within the words as in a sea, <br />as syllables to taste, to smell, to hear, <br />and feast old eyes upon the sweetest harmony. <br />Each child to take a place to serve and please <br />between steep walls of my rotunda where I preach <br />to playful buzzing and the never-parted knees. <br />Meanwhile Priapus lusts for heavy cream and peach <br />while in the twilight, as he drums onto her back <br />precise hexameters with fingers drunk from joy, <br />for all his writings breathing aphrodisiac...... <br />ascends Mount Pubis as a poet and a boy.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/priapus/
