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An allegory; divinity & associates

Prompted by:- Venus and Adonis by Joseph Turner

Cherubs in the tree,
glee,
visible and implied.

Mighty trunks lend a back bone
and they cradle
in offered sight, proffered vision.

There is physical abandon above
the roots.

This letting go in
awareness of conversant selves.

The brutes, the force,
jarring as a foot note
demeans.
For them to exist it must be a
protectorate.

The viewer,
as he or she views
must be cloaked,
else the candor is misplaced
or worse, propped.

The fizz under my cloak
sizzles.

I want to loot and pillage,
foremost (and maybe only) the beasts

Their blood, my lips
I feel it dribble.
Amok, beserker
brood no more.