perhaps, he would read this?

[PlucinskiIvana at aol.com]

Happy birthday, Mr. Pynchon ! 
I wrote this in English for him.
Would our dear Thomas Pynchon like it?
It is not about him, of course, it is just a poem.
Sorry, when not good enough. It is my 3rd language.
 
 
 
HUNTING
 
 
 
I want to build a room
With tapestries of sun
And moon and stars  
I want to build a chair, 
A wide sumptuous luxurious throne 
With a  stairway to a seat 
That is the height of my chin. 
 
I want to robe his graceful being 
Him seeing in Roman Empire’s deep  blue silks,
Place garlands of flowers on his shoulders
In honey-candle  light of mystery
I wish to idolize him
To wait for his kiss to bend
To  wait for his delicious man chest
To fall against my hands,
 
For my tongue to entice, to arouse
To wait in anticipation of my  invitation
His legs moving my robes falling
The thighs opening, the lust  revealing
 
I want to fetishize him with my hands 
Flirtation of fingers touching my  softly parting, 
Sliding spiralling his mouth my lips
His tongue, my  imagination
 
Wants to make his laughter,
My lusting our secrets of pagan rites
Our  loving our magic of intimate universes
As I stand between this creation that  night,
 
Every momentous instant with him 
I want to stand at the edge of imagery  creation
I cannot explain but I sense his knowing,
This crazy love  knocking
At the door of reason from the inside 
Making magic real and  magicians believing!



   
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