Well Of Desires Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The well of desires
I match
With the well of verse ejaculation
And as ejaculations
So much require orgasms
So
I have to have aesthetic
Orgasms
And I do
And I do
That’s why
The well wells up
Desires, emotions, rants
All mixed
Conjured by magic wand
Mightier than Prospero's:
The well of desires
The well of verse
The well of mighty tanks

For a time
The well was empty
Dry the sides
With over growing moss
But
Then
Explosion of the well
The Bomb of Emotion
Splashed as it fell
Trembled and vibrated
In the first chills
Of the cold waters:
Then
Burst the lid of the well
Face red with orgasm
and with effort
joy and suffering
pain and heaving
upheaval of the dormant
feelings.
there were
some moments yet
that you had
to travel through
the music of emotions
keep up with me
Keep up!

the first rain
had fallen
not long it had been
but the first rain
had fallen:
I told you to photograph
the old mansion
auto-termed 'palazzino'
but you shoved my hands away
my pointing hands
said 'It be not beautiful'
But all things be beautiful!
Gradation
there be; but a minimum
percentage of beauty
equally.
The Well of Verses splattered
all over the place
verses and seeds
before the night
before the dusk
after the Dawn:
erect and short
a Poet Seer chanted high
in that silent wilderness