Proserpine; An Old Tale of a Misunderstood Love
From the very first second I arrived
I spied that glare in your eyes
And Eros from me hath taken
Any sense of moral direction
With winsome impatience I grabbed you, I kissed you
And your stoic farce crumbled, your mask it was felled
And a sensual power in your face I could tell
I touched you, I felt you, and all fell away
Separated from my mother’s warm embrace
Like moving walls of sand that blow in Egypt
Mother’s winter grief tore the world to pieces
But you! you kept me from feeling the cold
Your dead body exuded a magic unknown
I saw, I lusted for your paragon of corps
While outside winter air scratched and swore
Like a knife’s cut and glaze was the snow and the hail
But our passion fueled fire warmed us down to tail
You were, I know, by Amor’s arrow stuck
Inspiring in you an impolitic lust
For me it was better, greater, more!
Than anything I’d ever felt before
For it sprouted in you something animalistic
A biting strength not matched even by Cerberus
A power stronger than swords of snow
Numbing and biting at fingers and toes
Our bodies were one, earth and death combined
And if I could I would be enough satiated to die
Cyclones of snow outside cried and roared
A dangerous orchestra yearned to be heard
But it was you, you, you! good lord
With roar of lion leaving me dumbfound
This fear in me I grew to love
It birthed in me woman’s sin of lust
On your lips I tasted the most potent of wines
Your scent left me with a clouded mind
But one thought prevailed, a conjecture, a truth
That in a few months I’d return to the land of my youth
When snow melts and rain falls and crops reappear
I’ll leave your touch for next half a year
But goodbye is for later, not now, not close
Right now, in the cold, you warm me the most.