"I Acteon" a poem

I Acteon

Don't sob

Potentia Theron

Oh God Diana

Inana the one FULL

That I in pride

Have aspied past your shame

Taken in your complete nakedness

With my open gaze

Grasped with a glance

Your whole innermost being.

The meds did it to me

Depakote

Choking with the privatest peyote

The Soma of the Upanishadists and Vedasts

the Mead of Odin

Each night for two hours

I walk waking dreams

Finale of seams

I sweep past and sleep walk

and say and do and accomplish

What is exactly right, sane

Pure God, utterly True

Beyond all believing and choosing

and I lie and call it daydream

Lucid sleep

Just a

Simple med issue.

to give you the cheap thrill

Of saving face:

Maybe this god cum man

Is just saying grace?

Interlocutors

I fathom you to plumb center

My thumb

Harpoons you

Like a knife to your clam

A pearl to your eye

I take you, full entered

I take your full viriginity

And without a cry

Make a Goddess of thee

This your destiny

Let it happen

This action

Never a beast am I

Daniel never ate the grass

In saying grace

Oh Dear

I ain't going anywhere.

No mere Acteon I

I am forever your THIS in here.

My glancing glans

Makes our eternal 

THRUM

And Thryst.

I rise from the dead

And cover you with

Registers

Of fairy tale kissings

I'm missing the peripety

Of your perfect pout

Fly south with me

Fall is this Saturday

And our Indian summer

Has themed outlandish.