WATER POLO
In the Basilica of Chlorine, light
wobbles in patches on the walls.
Whatever way your wind blows, you
can’t deny
it’s the most erotic thing in the
world – a Baroque depiction
of Neptune triumphant, the Tritons
playfully sporting,
Michelangelesque, part dolphin,
which makes sense because dolphins
are erotic – cocks with flukes.
Even the Greeks knew them to be the
most oversexed of animals,
knew a dolphin would on occasion try
to rape a swimmer – hence such myths
as Arion and Dionysos carried away
on the broad, droplet-beaded back of a cetacean.
Some people actively encourage it.
Once a colleague
whispered darkly of a rumoured
website on the subject. Always the curious one.
I tracked it down. No pictures
thankfully, that would have been
too much. An essay. The descriptive
details
on how to seduce your dolphin were
quite disturbing. Apparently
they’re not fussy and up for
anything. It just goes to show
there is nothing so perverted that
someone won’t
turn it into a lifestyle (with its
own website). In preference I think
I will turn my thoughts back to
harmless wistful Whitman daydreams
of glancing, twisting limbs
and big hands towelling dry their
muscular bodies.
First published in Takahē, August 2007.
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