(((...And They Call You Apollo...))) Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

The night beats


It's heart in


Pulsations of rhythm...


Over breathess overtones


Of pent up desire...


Thumping heavily


'Cross heaving breasts...


And longing tongues


Of sheer antiscipation...


The taste of you-relentless


In it's longing...


You-'A Gift Of The Muses'


Their most splendid creation


...And they call you: 'Apollo'...



Dedicated to the Mythical God Of:
Medicine, Poetry and Beauty-


Originally written: September 7,2009

Repost Date: November 27,2011

By: Theodora Onken