A locked container full of promises, vague hints
of pleasure in store should I contrive to satisfy.
What bargain will you make, what price
must I pay before I can be allowed to find the key.
Tantalus, your wantonness taunts, your chastity
infuriates. You give yourself so readily to one
who disdains your gifts. I would treasure what he
casts aside. And yet what I desire is withheld
though partially revealed, locked ever in a tantalus.
Copyright © 1983, Ian R. Thorpe
Tantalus: Context is important here, in Greek myth he was a king, son of Zeus, doomed in the lower world to stand in water that always recedes when he tries to drink it and under branches of fruit that always remain just out of reach. In my youth (a while before 1983) however the tantalus was an antique belonging to Grandad Redfern. It displayed decanters of whisky, brandy and rum but they could only be removed when the device was opened with a key. Which made me say "Oh Bugger!"
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May the Lord Jesus bless you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
Thanks for teaching me a new word!!
Love Tinka