"Charlotte, Meet Catullus"

An original poem I shared with my Greek and Roman Lit and Latin classes (based on the sparrow poem of Catullus, specifically; the Catullan oeurve, generally; and the Sex and the City episode starring that device). 

I'm not a fan of the show (finding it a more lascivious and less funny knockoff of Seinfeld), but it works nicely here, I think.

Enjoy.

Sex in the Eternal City

(a.k.a., “Charlotte, Meet Catullus”)

 

Rabbit,

joy of woman’s desiring

with whom in her lap she plays and replays

to whom selflessly she offers herself

receiving

repeated

release,

surely you satisfy my Sweet

soothing her hollowed sighs.

Would that I could

enjoy her as you do

lifting her spirits so.