- Erotic Poetry
- 1,683 Abhinc Annis
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One thousand
Six hundred
Eighty-three
Abhinc annis.
Dear Ponticus, desert father,
Made to wonder
Born to wander
In the golden sands of Egypt,
Contemplating our faults,
A catalogue of weakness, you
Defined that which we must not be.
Darling Cassian, studious pupil,
Made to learn
Born to yearn
To the center of western faith,
Where men's beliefs are law,
With your master's teachings, you
Shared that which we must not be.
Shall I thank you now?
1,683 abhinc annis,
Should I repent? I can bleed
Perfect contrition, indeed.
When I'm on my knees.
I thank you for the words.
I know what I am: damned.
Perhaps you'll reconsider,
When you watch my flesh quiver,
Under whip, crop, cane, and hand.
Superbia, yes.
In my vanity, my self-idolatry,
I crave the eyes of mortal men.
Tell me you love me,
Feed my pride,
Sever my soul from grace.
Avaritia, I confess.
How I want, how I hunger,
For ever more, ever more.
All that you are, I want,
Endless, boundless need.
Luxuria, oh, yes.
Twisted, wanton, beast I am,
How I lust, lust, lust for them.
As above, so below,
Ego referendo fellatio.
Invidia.
They have so much,
And I, I want it all.
Strength in their hands,
Lust in their eyes,
They're edging in Purgatory,
Take me to Hell.
Ira, Ira.
I don't share, precious,
I hoarde like a dragon,
Lick the raging flames
From my bleeding skin.
Gula, at last.
At last, idle hands,
At last, shuttered eyes,
The sheen of sweat,
Cooling as I lay,
Sated, a sinner,
A sinner, a sinner,
Floating in grace.
- COMMENTS
Malice_in_Wonderlandover 2 years agoAuthorPaul4play, thank you so much. I am so excited that you read it aloud! All of the references are to the seven "deadly" sins, using their Latin names.
Malice_in_Wonderlandover 2 years agoAuthorPiscator, thank you so much for the lovely comment. The title refers to roughly the number of years ago that John Cassian was actively spreading the teachings of his instructor, Ponticus, on the matter of sin (among other things). I am not an expert in theology by any means, so the reference is more about my inspiration than historical fact.
Piscatorover 2 years agoAll my forgotten high school Latin lingers at the edge of consciousness. The line
"They're edging in Purgatory,
Take me to Hell."
are worth Mille sescenti octoginta quatuor annorum.
Paul4playalmost 3 years agoAn aural pleasure to read out loud….
…yet I must admit my ignorance to the bountiful references.
