The Beauty Pageant Connoisseur
For the man who loved women
popular beauties of the day are
an anaphrodisiac: emaciated, androgynous,
anorectic young ladies are no match for
his vision of the unadorned radiance
of the goddesses of the past.
The man who loved women dreams
of an ancient beauty pageant.
The Djanggawo sister's charts
predict fair weather for the contest,
Ishtar will always be first in line,
Greeks sipping Metaxa will cheer Aphrodite,
Romans will root for Venus while
clomping the tarantella.
Hathor, looking bovine doesn't stand a chance,
Helen of Troy might be a close runner-up
with Cleopatra if she forgets about the asp
in her fig basket, but only if Neffertiti
Waking from his dream he hears
a haunting refrain:
"Yantra, mantra, tantra
where is my one and only
Shiva and Shakti, you are
destined to be as one."
Milton P. Ehrlich