Ovidius

Anointed Lord of this desolate tract he Rules upon a throne painted the golden Stench of rotting cacti all my fortune For a visit from Morpheus his sands And visions to write a love Story; this Queen of March his Goddess from Planet Pisces akin to nothing but beautiful Jamila The first coming of Isis and Aphrodite Mine sketched a shade of perfect rainbows And clouds only dream in envy as I Worship you knees rigid in syrupy Agony poured from a bloodied rose her Petals score my flesh five times tomorrow Whispers through teeth clenched in Ecstasy hands lost between pages of her Body’s Braille to read your every curve he Drinks from each strand of her hair teases The way I like it as we tie knots on mountain Sides this man I’ve carved from breathing Marble just to hold you with every hew of Stone hammered a Goddess about women his Dreams have chiseled her of Phoenix feathers Breathtaking in scarlet flames I shall bathe my Existence in droplets of blood wash my feet in Tears become hers in all lifetimes my language To honour your body in every tongue of pleasure Written maybe vows scribed on rings of finger Painted seashell blue waves ripple beneath The skin crashing retreating to sanctuaries Stolen by moments locked within time birthed Into one innocence lost sacrificed to this virgin Priestess thrown into my volcano ridden till Eruption waxen and pale intensity escapes Pain to bleed no longer red but pleasure written In Ovidius