Sunday, July 12, 2009
ọşun (21)
ọşun
ọşun, ìbà ọşun ibu kole
(praise to the goddess of seduction), takes a single thought:
engorges it
like erectile tissue; makes it swell
& sweat, segregating, elaborating &
releasing the sweetness of spirit
changes its taste
from sour to salty to sweet – thick &
viscous like honey – smelling of divine
alignment, easy to savor; easy to digest.
engorges it
with the passionate play of light from
spirit’s fiery wheel; the playful grace, the
divinely transcendent eroticism of love.
ọşun, ìbà ọşun ibu kole
(praise to the goddess of seduction), takes a single touch:
imbues it
with sensual, salubrious paresthesia; a
delicious friction derived from an
eternal moment & ephemeral passing.
innervates
the exquisite spasm & euphoric sensation;
the rush of oneself in the past passing into
the present & thru’ oneself...
imbues it
with the delight of oneself in the future;
a sense of influx & influence from vague
supernal presences evading recognition.
ọşun, ìbà ọşun ibu kole
(praise to the goddess of seduction), takes a single smell:
makes it
transcend the out of view & escape the
confines of frame; implicates intimate,
corporeal being as sensually sacred.
intoxicates
the euphoric with pheromonal allure;
drawing close & away from autonomy,
the fragrantly infatuated soul.
takes it
beyond stigmatizing olfactory perception;
binds it to the rhythm of breath & the
beat of heart to seduce & arouse.
ọşun, ìbà ọşun ibu kole
(praise to the goddess of seduction), takes a single sound:
shapes it
& delicately, deftly compels tonal attraction;
fixes its vibratory rate to a spirit key & readies
that sound for afferent ripples of erogeneity.
attenuates
or strengthens it as needed for cochlear foreplay
where one & a million otoacoustic echoes
arouse ardent spirit to act.
shapes it
makes it so evidently sexual in its construction;
makes it tremble convulsively; makes it thrill
with sublime emotion & affective force.
ọşun, ìbà ọşun ibu kole
(praise to the goddess of seduction), takes a single visual image:
coats it
in the honeyed paste of unconscious inference;
makes it visual confection; enables a conclusion
based souly on what one truly knows.
stimulates
the transformation of painful insight into a winsome
mode of feeling, an intense luminous caress
building to a nova-like paroxysm of pleasure.
explodes it
into a luminous display moving in shifting
patterns; a shape moiré of scintillating prurient
& pulchritudinous afterimages.
ọşun, oyeyeni mo
(who is full of understanding) – takes me:
rocks my
soul in her voluptuous bosom, in her contagious
laughter. stands me before her cowry shell mirror
that i may see my intentions & recognize my self
transfigures
concupiscence into love; narcissism & scopophilia
into pure devotion. makes me revisit where lust has
taken me to expiate & make amends.
shifts
the detritus of guilt, shame & self doubt from my
cells to my light body to be re-experienced & cleared
that I may love freely, look upon her face & live
© Joseph McNair; 2009
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