Have you ever been hijacked by love?
A poem exploring love as a divine yet destructive force—a seductive power that offers ecstasy, meaning, and escape, but at the cost of autonomy, peace, and emotional safety.
The speaker knows this love may ruin him, yet he willingly submits because the intensity feels more alive than restraint.
It’s a poem about:
Obsession.
Erotic transcendence.
Emotional addiction.
The beauty and terror of surrendering to desire.
(A lone voice whispers)
Oh, Aphrodite,
As one of the mesmerizing queens of The Great In-Between.
You must know you just stand out, like a priceless jewel.
In any given room you suddenly choose to appear in.
Unbounded and unapologetic.
In daring red, black, or yellow.
Especially when you start whispering sonnets.
Linked to exquisite, lustful sins.
To arouse the soul.
As your dark eyes quietly glow.
More so.
As you speak of addictive things.
So erotically tangible and yet so sensuously dangerous.
Because they are electric. Ultimately deceptively mischievous.
But always so damned deliciously salacious. Things many could only dream of swallowing.
Like a pure drop of your own communion wine.
Your luscious green eyes.
Always glisten with a wild shimmer. Of Dante's Nine Spheres of Heaven.
Which echo of the divine
In a mesmerizing, all-consuming reflection and crescendo of a lost Paradiso.
An explicit tapestry of desire that moves even the Sun, Moon and all the watching, shimmering stars.
To bow down and watch as you tempt the beholden masses.
To always say Yes to your hypnotic invitations.
Regardless of the consequences.
And send to the slaughterhouse of Ares.
Her twin brother called, No.
As you open up new and ever-inviting doors.
Doorways to wanton new lands to explore.
You must know that you cast such hypnotic, visceral spells.
Overflowing with dark strands of lascivious temptations.
That many cannot deny. As their soul salivates, pleads, and yells.
Begging for a one-way trip.
To one of your rare layer cakes.
Of such rich, exquisite, opulent, exotic tastes.
This audit of plaudits is for you. Goddess of the Dark Skies.
Whose powers lay all cognitive emotions to waste.
Beckon forth strangers from all walks of life.
For a quick taste.
Ushering them through your alluring and welcoming crimson gates.
Which herald and whisper of unknown conquests in strange lands.
Entwined around a phenomenal thirst.
They can never afterwards sate.
A deep need where lost souls.
Now addicted.
Wallow and whimper.
Following the drumbeats from your ever-playing bands.
Calling out for new soulmates.
As they journey blindly towards you, knowingly to die.
For once you've breached those inner gates.
And opened those hidden doors.
With a hypnotic aroma of your intense supernatural glory.
Even though some who will be burned may come to hate.
They are all forever compelled.
Rhythmically to crave more.
As they line up adoringly with the meek.
Seeking a seat.
At your so engaging table.
A place they'd all run to.
If summoned by new lovers.
Willing and able to play.
Just to feel your luscious soft or sharp touch.
And to suffer your long reach.
If only for a climax a day.
A means to escape from this matrix's dichotomy.
Of ever-spinning broken dreams.
They daily pray to breach.
So they too, like me, can begin.
Newly baptized by augmented emotions to preach.
While deep-diving.
Looking for lovers to indulge in new and old.
Tapestries of your carnal sins.
For I've been hijacked with a never-ending thirst for your love.
Now I'm condemned to never sleep.
Since the first day.
You walked in smiling. Into all my secret temples and inner keeps.
Oh. Goddess Aphrodite.
Hear my prayer. The queen who looks like Snow White but with red hair.
I just hope I meet you again somewhere. Not too far.
So you can purge my pitiful soul of all its previous miseries.
As you straddle and mount me.
As we climax, smiling.
Surrounded by all your hypnotic and sensuous.
Soul-soothing energy.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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