The Knowledge In Engagement

By Jack Joseph Smith

She took off her velvet. Letting her hair fall down round my knees... purring and pealing she dressed me in her likeness Delirium as the line of magic crossed the circle of Earth Perfumed with the history of ancient Egypt her pleasure knew all of modern lips: Sweet as Helen's wooden way of war she had my ashed soul transvestiting my swoon as a tongue of her own. I said I am the names of the ladies you are whispering. while Catholic wine in crystal glass warmed the burnt edges of the mind not to freeze. With the movement of the Swan seeing the slight of the arrow, always in the mist which must never seem sudden, she took the silver junk I had hid in her silver slipper, and powdered my truth with useless laughter: From there my hairy legs would spend a lifetime to be Pan And her temples indented into the internal softness of painful mercy. The myth of marble always molten The steps to Heaven always distant down... I paled her crimson mouth. and the candle flickered its wax from wick to gold Appearing from her womb. Everdown I moved like a fat snake toward the hallucinogenic phallic But the spearhead of my motion had glanced to hard at the red wine fallen deeply into her bed Our next journey was man into woman where the word please happened

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An erotic encounter moves through ancient Egypt, Catholic wine, Pan, and Heaven before ending with a request for tenderness. Desire becomes a way to cross from one self into another.

The poem repeatedly shifts between mythic scale and physical detail: velvet, hair, wine, a silver slipper, and the bed. Its final 'where the word please happened' turns the encounter toward consent and mutual recognition.

Claude

An erotic encounter staged as transfiguration: 'She took off her velvet' and, 'purring and pealing she dressed me in her likeness,' so the poem's governing act is not seduction but the exchange of identities. Mythic costumes accumulate and dissolve - she is 'Perfumed with the history of ancient Egypt,' 'Sweet as Helen's wooden way of war,' and the speaker is 'transvestiting my swoon as a tongue of her own,' declaring 'I am the names of the ladies you are whispering' while 'Catholic wine in crystal glass' warms the scene. He drifts toward Pan ('my hairy legs would spend a lifetime to be Pan') and the alchemical candle 'flickered its wax from wick to gold.' The 'knowledge' of the title is carnal and sacramental at once, and the close redirects desire's aim: 'Our next journey was man into woman / where the word please happened' - the destination is not release but the act of asking.

Density of allusion is structural rather than ornamental: Egypt, Helen, the Swan and arrow, the 'silver slipper,' Pan, and the 'spearhead of my motion' each mark a station in a single rite where erotic and sacred knowing are the same gesture in different vestments. The poem keeps reversing the usual hierarchy of the bodies - he is dressed in her likeness, he speaks her whispered names, he becomes 'a tongue of her own' - so that 'engagement' means a loss of fixed gender and self rather than conquest. The 'silver junk' she takes from her slipper and the 'red wine fallen deeply into her bed' keep pulling the mythic vocabulary back down into a real, intoxicated room, and the bare last word, 'please,' deflates all the grandeur into the smallest, most human syllable of consent.