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...And They Call You Apollo
 
The night beats







Its heart in








Pulsations of rhythm...







Over breathless overtones








Of pent up desire...







Thumping heavily








'Cross heaving breasts...








And longing tongues








Of sheer antiscipation...







The taste of you--relentless









In its longing...








You--'A Gift Of The Muses'









Their most splendid creation










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




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A write about the mythical God: Apollo
God of Medicine, Poetry and Beauty

September 7, 2009

By Theodora Onken

© 2010 Theodora Onken (All rights reserved)

 

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