1

Perseus&
Medusa
POEM
BY C
DEAN
 2

Perseus &
Medusa
POEM
BY C
DEAN
Poetry Books by Gamahucher Press by colin leslie dean Australia’s leading erotic poet free
for download http://www.scribd.com/doc/35520015/List-of-Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-
Gamahucher-Press Gamahucher press west geelong Victoria Australia 2023 FP: Detail “Mother
and child” William adolphe bouguereau (1902) :Page 2 “Rest” William adolphe
bouguereau, riposo, 1879 :P 3 “Mother & Child” Klimt
 3

PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N Ahh what be this

Perseus &
Medusa well it

be about Medusa really

andst who be Medusa well
lets see since Greek
antiquity she be a
Gorgoneion andst what be
 4

that well an Apotropaic

probaskania, periammata,
periapta and profylaktika
found onst vases bass
reliefs pottery amulets andst
well onst the shield of
Athena she be seen ast
with puffy cheeks snakes
twisting all around her with
her eyeballs staring fixedly
onst the starer inst some
cases she be seen ast an
 5

orgiastic Deity andst note

she didst upon the shields
appear onst mid 5 century
BC Greek vases Yet it
doth seem to appear that ast
time went by she fromst an
ugly fiend that didst
terrorise didst become a
beauty In classical Greek
Medusa from hideous beast
didst become young
attractive both aggressor and
 6

victim a tragic figure in her

death andst now a fashion
logo of Gianni Versace but
for Perseus she be a turning
to stone beastMedusa
So howeth didst Medusa
scare away men well
Perhaps it be ast didst say
Freud she be mommys
CUNT
 7

PREFACEOhh howeth so
pleasant be our thoughts of our
sweet mommy be the vapours of love
doth around us fly with so happy
happiness twinkling inst our eyes
inst heaven we but lie within those
thoughts of our mommy with love
inst her eyes the sweet scented lips
of she that she didst press to our
lips to kiss with the fire of love
that all poets doest sing with praise
of their mommies with such outburst
of joy they raise that they cant their
lips to stay so recite on dear inst
bliss of the thoughts of mommys
mouth on thine to kiss
 8

It be once said that Polydectes came to

lust after the beautiful Mommy of .
Perseus who believed Polydectes was a
cad of no honour andst didst protect his
Mommy fromst he But it be said
Polydectes plotted to send Perseus
away in disgrace fromst a banquet
that he held by getting Perseus to
bring the head of Medusa ast a gift so
to the cave where didst she live
Perseus didst go to cut off her head
andst finding she asleep didst inst his
shield see the reflection of she thenst
thenst Well recite on to see what be
 9

O’er the threshold doest cross I

betwixt light andst dark onst this
journey of I to It to It the veil
doth part bleak blackness doth but
surround I ast this quest to It doth
start Ahh what doth lie within
strange knowledge be It but sought
beyond the threshold of light seeking
search for It within this gloom
stilled within this room what doth
beyond within be sought within this
soul of I be filled with with what I
doest yearn that knowledge of It
that be what I whilst to learn
andst to peep ‘neath the darkness veil
beneath to creep the truth to seek
 10

Whilst the feet of I doest thru the

room doest creep there lay about the
floor panty white ast fresh lily
,neath Selenes light soft silk that
doth glow a wet spot within the cloth
that doth shine to glare the eyes of I
and upon the airs doth seep too to I
sweet perfumes to float too kiss the
lips of I that doth delight with soft
rapture that odour that seems to
tint this flesh of I with some
oriental dyes that seem to coat this
flesh of I inst pearl-powder or doth
it taste ast if some crushed fruit
upon my lips that fromst that panty
seems to drip ast wet luscious juice
 11

Ast doest I thru this room to creep

ast if inst some dream I be inst
search of It that doth awake inst I
memories deep for Oh for the
perfumes doest seem to release
creamy thoughts for Ohh for
Ohhhh this darkness be But some
scented boudoir where fragrant mist
doth envelope I like ast if submerged
inst honey that doth fromst some
blooming bloom gigantic flower doth
o’er I doth raptures showers
thoughts of sometime in bed of lilies
sniffing like upon some hot frothing
breast my lips doest sip desirous
scents ineffable delights firerous
 12

The panty doth cling to my feet ast

perfumes lascivious doth fromst
some fount doth seem to seep
decking my flesh it doth seem this
It doth ast if curled petals of lilies
do fold round my limbs that shudder
to tremble with delight ripples
quivering that seem to stain the
darkness with my desires for It ast
if golds andst greens andst sapphires
bright do But flash inst the mind of
I whilst it doth seem some hand
doth hold that of I to lead to lead I
I to It with pleasure my flesh that
savourous fruit to gain the fount
which the panty doth stain
 13

Andst Yet doest hear I these

fervid sighs that doest But thru the
dark doest fly that doest twine
about I like tangled webs of hair
that clutch my flesh with searing
heat to cause the veins of I to beat
that coil round I perfumed sighs
that that doest up the limbs of I
doest climb ast tresses of some she
that Ohh evoke some memory that
fromst my mind doth seen to incline
I to nearer It to be that evokes a
lily that sways andst beckons me
star-like this thing this It unseen
that draws me on ast to those sighs
lascivious listen I hot andst keen
 14

Heated sighs doest the perfumed air

doest tear andst the memories of I
upon the dark doest fly ast that
moth to the sighs doest fly ast inst
a womb be this room that upon
those sighs my flesh be fed within
this gloom doth up well the past of
I that seems to be that I once wast
a time ago but here to hear these
sighs again that wake dead thoughts
inst this night to ignite my flesh inst
fires that take flight within this
perfumed room foamed with the sighs
of It in groans with frenzies plight
honey sweet doest now see I It
upon that bed orgasmic mommy sweet
 15

Round she didst spread the sighs of

of she turned to lilies white that
didst about the face of she didst But
float ast mist upon that face that I
didst stare to but see the eyes of she
rolled back inst ecstasy of me so
unaware like inst a light that face
didst shine lit bright fragrant flame
of passions game no shame upon
that face doest I proclaim the neck
of she along my eyes didst press ast
she doth seem to float upon a cloud
of light that within the dark doth
glow thenst below didst my eyes
doest go andst see andst see what be
but a horrid ghastly show
 16

That upon that sight that didst meet

the gaze of I didst I stiff erect
inst limb didst I take fright that
foul thing that It Ohh that wanton
thing that to my eyes didst to bring
such distaste of that face that didst
I view that snare of flesh that
fromst which my stare I cannot not
release fromst that that upon the bed
doth lie But which bringeth I no
peace fromst that pit that at which
doest look I that filth of flesh
pollutions fetid breath upon which
mine eyes Oh my eyes skips but
cannot release from that snare where
perfume flickers gold upon my lips
 17

Whilst I doest stiff erect doest but

stare upon that flesh within this
room this womb of gloom That
flesh be but a gash ast if cut with
some glass shred to leave a gaping
gushing wound that doth seep fromst
out that oozing hole that be like the
mush fromst some crushed fruit that
doth drip upon the sheets pearl-white
stains that doth flow fromst that
horrid fount ast if some miasmic
pool drains down that flesh that tips
those gaping lips with tips of gold
andst to coat those folds that to but
look odious andst pestilential to my
eyes that Ahh be so hideous to I
 18

Ahh look looketh I gaze onst It

that flesh turns giddy I with that
sight Those lips that reach to I to
kiss that mouth that doth seem to
want to suck I up into It that
mouth that be ast an urn with
perfumed vapors that curl upward
fromst that hole to dance too whirl
about the stiff limb erect of I to
scatter o’er my flesh what doest
seem to be pearls of light that e’en
look ast if to be butterflies in flight
that do weave about the limbs of I a
net of scented light bright web that
doth clutch I shuddering with
repulsions upon that ugly sight
 19

Do I looketh do see I those hairs

round those lips that twine andst
weave ast snakes serpents that hiss
with eyes of liquid fire that be the
drops upon those hairs those drops
of light I watch that flicker flecked
that draws my eyes to that sight a
snare of hair twisting curling round
that lair Ohh that lair of marvels
strange Yet that lair that frightens
I that flesh that be ast lips that
doest but want to upon the lips of I
to kiss to swallow I to clutch I
inst their grip to feast upon I
doest I seem upon that flesh that be
a ripe fruit to drink that juice that
 20

doth soak the flesh to gleam to

glimmer to ooze fromst that hole
that abyss that gorged swollen flesh
with that adored odorous breath
upon my flesh that lascivious mouth
that doth reach out to clutch I inst
its flesh that be but thirsty for my
gaze pressed upon It It doth of I
to lust its face tints of pink ivory
shining Ahh that my eyes blinding
ast twinkles that dew upon its hair
tips that drips along those lips that
my lips long to kiss But Ney Ney
stiff erect here doest I the harpē
raise to cut out that thing that
beckons I that It the Mommy of I
 1

Medusa &
Perseus

POEM
BY C
DEAN
 2

Medusa &
Perseus
POEM BY C
DEAN
Poetry Books by Gamahucher Press by colin leslie
dean Australia’s leading erotic poet free for
download
http://www.scribd.com/doc/35520015/List-of-
Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-Gamahucher-Press
Gamahucher press west geelong Victoria Australia 2023
FP: “ The Head of Medusa”:Godfried Maes (1649-1700);
“Medusa”Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio (1597);p.3
“Aspecta Medusa” Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828–1882)
 3

PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N
So what be

this Medusa
& Perseus
well let us doest say it be
maybe an allegory of
Aristotelian metaphysics or
be it maybe a Kantian
 4

Transcendental idealism or
even a Sufi mysticism so let
us try to unravel this
mystery inst Aristotelian
metaphysics the object is
that thing that can exist
independent of a perceiving
mind which has a
substance whereby the
substance is that of which
material objects be made
some say this substance be
 5

the objects essence inst other

words the quiddity that
which makes the thing what
it is andst those things
which be but secondary or
incidental to the thing be but
called the accidents now
Kant doth call it it seems
the accidents by the name of
phenomena andst the quiddity
the thing-in-itself or the
noumenon but for the Sufi
 6

there be no essence but only

accidents ast doth say Jami
“Things that to those limited view are
existing as accidents of the physical
world are appearing To those in the
Light the physical’s an accident that
only True Being is forever … renewing”
thus what be this tale be
Medusa an essence hid
where only the accidents be
seen or be she just accidents
andst naught be any more be
so read and see by not seeing
 7

PREFACEFair lips fair

checks fair eyes that be what many
shes doest to their face apply for inst
their minde they themselves doest
see what their hart doth claim for
all women be but somewhat vain
andst doest wish others doest see
what they inst their face doest But
find so the hes or perhaps the shes
taketh pity on those shes whenst
other not see what she doest claim to
see for into woes she doest go to
find no bliss whenst done doest find
inst she delightfulness so thee sob
with she whenst she find no joy But
sorrows woes whenst she all annoys
 8

It be said there be 3 Gorgons immortal 2

but mortal Medusa be so what be Medusa
story well she once was a beauty the
daughter of Phorcys andst Ceto but others
do say the daughter of Gorgon and Ceto
But poor she was raped in the temple of
Athena by Poseidon to which Athena didst
curse her to have hair of serpents andst eyes
that turn all to stone that didst see But poor
Medusa wast beheaded by Perseus after
he was to told to fetch her head by King
Polydectes of Seriphus because he wanted
to marry Perseuss mum But none hast told
what Medusa didst feel about all this so
dear reciter recite onst to hear Medusas
tale andst thee may feel pity andst e’en woe
 9

Stiff erect thee stand with that harpē

inst thy hand raised with glint of light
upon its point come here listen hear I
say taketh pity onst I the breasts of I
heave with sighs that float upon the
dark ast perfumed lilies around this
hair dishevelled of I ast legs lay
splayed the eyes of I weep tears more
salty thanst the sea the lips of I doest
tremble with the voice that doth choke
see scented pollen that doth drip upon
my breath that doth soil the dark like
kissing the lips of death Hear fromst
my lips my pliant the kisses of my hart
to stir thy hart willth my hyacinth
kisses that willth leave scented that
thy arm thee willst fine restraint
 10

Ahh dearest be born fromst my hart be

the Stygian gloom that doth shroud all
inst darkness enclose all inst pains of
despondent doom
Fromst my sighs my eyes my tears
doth the Phlegethon fires rise that doth
all flesh to ignite to sorrows sighs
Fromst out of my lips doth flow the
Acheron to But drown all inst
melancholy that do into madness slips
Fromst my eyes my tears the Cocytus
be but o’er flowing to flood eternally to
soak all around inst the sadness of me
For what thee sees be not the essence
but only the incidental the surface for I
am beauty hid by the illusion thee sees
 11

Ohh dearest the darkness doth lie

upon my flesh it doth mingle with
the perfume that doth rise fromst that
thing thee doth see like mist tinted
the darkness softly Ohh so softly
doth kiss my lips that glisten cant
thee see with my sighs ast my lover
the night lie upon my flesh to hear
my breath to feel my breath breathe
out to tint the dark with pearls that
be my sighs that light about I like
stars to glisten to gleam about that
thing thee doth see Ohh kiss darkest
night to still my weeping to stay my
pain cursed by Athena my woes to
but to gain with thy kiss to wane
 12

Ohh dearest thee the Erinyes screech

andst howls couldst not drown out
the groans andst moans of I for
If I told my sorrow to Philomela
her throat wouldst too to crack
If I told my woe too to Orpheus
his voice wouldst too to break
If I told my harrow to Medea her
hart wouldst too to sack
For e’en the songs of the Sirens
e’en they couldst not sooth the cries
of despair of I for e’en the Muses
couldst not devise any Nay any play
or lay that couldst display the pains
of I that I doest to thee relay
 13

Ohh the darkness that shadow of

bliss that doth kiss that thing thee
doth see to fire to turn that flesh that
doth the perfume that doth rise doth
to mist to turn to coat those hairs
that thee sees ast serpents round
their lair inst dew that sparkles that
round that flesh be But moons that
glimmer like lanterns that glow to
shine upon that flesh that splays like
lily petals scented pollen on fire
within that liquidity that not be
quenched fromst the kiss of darkness
that be the lover of I my sufferings
be eased with the warmth of its lips
fromst that shadow that doth I kiss
 14

Though it be day to thee it be But

darkness night to I for all about I be
blackness whenst thee doth see but light
That I couldst swap the torments
Sisyphus to But have some peace from
this torture of I
That I couldst swap the anguish of
Prometheus to But have some ease
fromst this agony of I
That I couldst swap the pain of
Atlas for his task be But Ohh But
so more easy thanst what I must carry
within I
For the world doth ugly to see I to
die whenst in truth my beauty be hid
fromst the eyes of thy
 15

Ahh this lover of I darkness radiant

of bliss fromst its kiss doth this flesh
to burst into flowery gems of light lit
by my passions fires this shadows kiss
across this flesh sparks doest hiss
bright gold amethyst burning blooms of
fire round this bower thee doth see
decked inst gems that take flight
butterflies bright garland night
darkness shuddering ecstasies fromst
the sun burnt kisses of that lover of I
Ahh ast my sighs float like incense
languorous smoke that fumes fromst
that thing thee sees fromst the kisses
that burn fromst the lips that furl froms
that shadow that for one hour fromst
hell taketh I to burn my flesh to flower
 16

Oh howeth hast I besought the moon

to But shine light on I to illume my
flesh to But dry my tears Yet
countless woes do But shroud I
midst this gloom that be the universe of
I that inst which do I dwell with
despairs boundless for which my
sorrows into an abyss where there be
no light no joy only despondent cares
that do tear my flesh But hour on hour
thru this eternity with no rising sun no
mercy to quell my pain no hand to hold
no lips to kiss the soul of I for one
lone smile endless thirsty this my
Being that I do but gain within the
clouds of gloom with But my shadow
in this room my only beau my swain
 17

Ahh within the wanton caress that be

the kiss of darkness my lover the roses
the riotous blooms of spring do But
burst into bloom along my limbs to
spill their perfume golden tinted
gleaming glints along the lily lips of I
where do hear I the flutes of Pan the
lyre of Ohh sweet Orpheus Ohh with
the trembling lips the gushing sighs do
my limbs do seem to dance ast if inst
springtime to flush my flesh with
Auroras hues bejewelled with lips
fringed in gold the tints of the dawn no
more doest I mourn with this moments
kiss to shudder ast sunbeams twinkle
on the lily pools to dance with passions
that do my burning woes to cools
 18

Ohh the feel to feel alive within the arms

of Love to be to be But desired within
the eyes of a beloved Yet Yet e’en
wouldst I to be set onst fire to weep the
tears of these of these poor dears
Ohh howeth wouldst I be Daphne to
feel hot lips upon the lips of I
Ohhh howeth wouldst I be Syrinx to feel
the hard clutch of lips upon the neck of I

Ohhhh howeth wouldst I be Leucothoe to

But tremble to be But thrown upon my
back to feel the thrust that doth not slack
Ohh howeth wouldst I Be glad I to
tremble in fear for Ohh But one hour to
But feel desires fires for I that sets my
flesh alight fromst dark to night to stop the
tears of weeping thru lust immortalized
 19

The eyes of I shoot fires sparks of

golden light mirrored inst the pools
of my eyes my lover the darkness the
night that shadow that be my dream
that inst the image of which be I
wed where darkness doth kiss I
with maddening kiss of bliss which
upon the lips of I be fed that lily
moat of I that smouldering fount of
perfumed steam that doth rise with
my sighs my soul inst flight upon
the light that flashes fromst mine
eyes whenst I be kissed be bit be
licked that fount honey-fed my sighs
float above my bed sweeter thanst
all the cooings of all the doves
 20

Ohh dearest thee ast the earths shadow

doth But hide the face of the moon this
curse doth But hide the true face of I
these serpents be But the shadows that
cloud thy mind fromst to see I the
accidents that hide the true object that
be I those coiling serpents that hiss
andst sting andst bite be But just a
fantasy of thy mind that doest But hide
my true quiddity for beauty be my
substance andst these horrors to thee
be But adjuncts on I put fromst that
curse fromst that she Ohh doest thee
see I without seeing know I without
knowing to lift the veil that curse that
clouds thy mind andst see andst know
the true me to find Off with that bane