by ~Gregg Rowe~
I sit at Place Ville Marie
facing the headless lady
looked one way she resembles
a fish/dolphin/mermaid yet
it represents the female form
spawning the fountain waters
beneath her
I swim my dreams amongst
the city's purified water
beneath the figure of my Aphrodite
her thighs tightly closed
and bare breasts kiss
upwards to touch the Montréal tearful sky
the fountain water ejaculates
towards the heavens
sprinkle salt droplets
upon her cement form
I sit sipping my super-sized
two cream six sugar cold café
upon a marble bench
the St. James Church bells
toll twelve
exiting from the Tour Banque Royale
a young office couple
skipping lunch sneaking
between the Ville Marie columns
duck into crevices corners
of the dark building's soul
silhouetted shadows shade their movements
connect moistened lips
forfeiting food to feed
their love's soul
a summer drizzle
as she re-enters the real world
tear droplets drip
on her fuchsia suit
making their mark on her material
as she darts back in-
to his arms protecting her
from upcoming office gossip
with a giggle from the
depths of her muse
she slowly releases his hand
gaily dances towards the entrance
disappears into the Tower
as the fountain's sunlamp light
dances on the naked breasts
of my Aphrodite
salt tears from heaven
sprinkle droplets upon her cement form
Author notes
Written June 16th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- Escritoire: The Living Body by Stand In Girl.
300 points, ended January 21, 2006, 8 entries
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Oooh this is different. Its a really well written peiece, awesome work !
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Eye Popper :D
Beautiful, as always, Gregg. Hugs* and kisses my friend x0x0x -
Absolutely stunning! I love the whole feel of this piece, the imagery you've created is just fabulously detailed. I felt as though I were there with you. Exquistie piece hun! Blessings, Gypsy
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While taking a break from life for a few, and gazing at art and a fountain, your mind can't help but notice what's going on around you, as I see your cafe has gone cold and you are aware of ALL of your surroundings. I loved the thought process of this poem as it developed and afet the tryst, with nothing else to distract you, your mind went back to the beautiful art right in front of you. Great form!!!!I'll bet that cafe tasted icky, as you drank it cold!!LOL
Love you,
Linda
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A very beautiful, romantic and original piece which I liked a lot Keep writing, this was a beautiful poem which I loved reading
All the best,
Pozo
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Once more you amaze me with your work. The imagery is fantastic, the wording absolutely perfect, and all that can come to describe it is amazing. You have more talent than I could ever hope to have and once more I applaud your work, even though applause could never be enough. Please keep up these wonderful writes, just so I can keep reading them!
Blessed Be,
-Rose-chan no baka tenshi (little rose the idiot angel) -
Just... wow
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Extrordinary!
Wow! Way to go, this poem is exellent. So much emotion, so much imagery, my eyes inched closer to the computer hoping for more.......................................................................Unfortunately, there was not!!!!!!!!!!!! I sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo would applaud you, but I ran out! I am so sorryyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!! Please continue writing and have a good day! -
i loved it. it was very gentle and it tells a lovely story. love and lust. also trust. i like it.
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Edna: I am having a hard time with the title, do I mention Place Ville Marie, or do I just title it Noon-time Lovers, I like the second one better since Place Ville Marie is mentioned in the poem and everyone who knows Montreal knows of the courtyard I am writing about. Each sector of our city/suburbs/Burroughs all have some distinct landmark/park associated with them, downtown more so and abundantly filled than the exterior suburbs. I will ponder the night about it and make my decision in the morning, though I am open to ideas. I had to
at your comment about the only non-gay one because I was just thinking of what defines me as a poet and was hoping that my gay poetry was not the only genre that defined my writing and then it appears in a comment. Thanks for stopping by and will be returning the favour soon. Gregg 
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Fuck me. This is probably the most original and creative poem I've read on AP, most of which is cr*p. And it's the only non-gay one of yours! That means nothing of course. I'm impressed and you know that's not an easy thing to do. And I have no option but to give you a clap. AFTERTHOUGHT: Consider changing/shortening the title, it detracts. Stop after Place Ville Marie peut-etre?
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ecol528: I really cannot do your suggestion because the lunch hour started out with a slow meditation by the statue and worked to a frenzy as this couple met for a quick lunch-time romance in the courtyard before having to return to work, that was the whole orgasmic part of the afternoon, watching it unfold. Gregg
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Annandhel: The statue can be found walking up from St. Catherine street on McGill Avenue into the courtyard at Place Ville Marie. As you approach it from street level, it is in the shape of a dolphin or fish, as you enter the courtyard and approach the other side of the statue it changes into the figure of a woman's half body with voluptuous thighs and breasts that kiss the sky upwards (it is headless and she has no legs past her kneecaps). It is one of many statues I love to mediate by with the water fountain that encircles the base of the statue. gregg
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Promise
The end was much tighter than the begining. You ended with passion, in a rush that caught me up. You started in a travelouge, nice but no heart. Do the end at the begining, grab me by the balls and don't let go. -
Jaden: I really like the way you ended this poem. It changed pace, didn't it from the beginning, then switching gears in the middle part, and quite fast at the end. Almost like using gravity . . . spiraling down at the end, which was a very nice conclusion in regard to the premise.
Time flies by when we are preoccupied with something like watching lovers grab a few private minutes in a very public place, almost like being a voyeur, yet it is not because of the beauty of the scene, which eventually has to end when the lunch bell strikes one. I am so glad that you picked up on the tone of this poem, and joins the other comments that went past the surface and found the muses mingling within. Gregg
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A very beautiful write all around. The story, the imagry, all of it, very well done.
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I really like the way you ended this poem. It changed pace, didn't it from the beginning, then switching gears in the middle part, and quite fast at the end. Almost like using gravity . . . spiraling down at the end, which was a very nice conclusion in regard to the premise.
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I think I've been to Place Ville Marie, at least, I can remember something along those lines, and I think I remember the fountain in this poem... I think... Anyway, I loved this piece. Often times, poems that allude to sexual situations irk me and make me feel depressed in many ways, but not this one. You did this so tastefully, although "tastefully" isn't really the word I'm looking for. This poem seems so simple at first glance, but when you delve deeper, it's not at all that simple. It reminded me how much I LOATHE life's little ironies, and strangely, I liked that. I love all your work, but this poem really made me feel something, actually FEEL angry. It could be that today is just NOT my day, but all the same, this is wonderfully written! Never give in, Annandhel.
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oh this is such a beautiful piece written with fabulous imagary while reading this piece of art you can see what you are telling great job
love and light
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Captivating! I wish to be there!!! I've read it 3 times and each time I've gotten different mental pictures. Very descriptive. Almost sensual.
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bravo
ohh wonderful imagery!! this was beautiful. i really liked this. the only suggestion is that maybe you could add a period here and there, but its still wonderful if you dont. this was great. so much description, great job, keep it up and always keep writing -
To sit and observe life at lunchtime, lovers, assignations, to wonder about the people against background of art and architecture make for much wndering of thoughts. I very much enjoyed the poem, and will come back read better later on, as I found much to absorb in the atmosphere you create here. Is a place that is worth returning to.
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this is very beautiful and the sexual imagery is formed so well! i love ur descriptions of the two young lovers and the rain. i don't know why though- but it seems kind of sad...
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Brava... exquisite truly inspiring!!
Exquisite tapestry woven in such pristine imagery ... truly a magnificent work of art Brava!! Thank you for presenting such an inspirational work of art... Wishing you and yours much success in all of your endeavors
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