Cupid

You were not celestial Cupid, and because they Are wounded; you were most than those earthly ghosts Brought down hearts by becoming Tartarus’ mastery; That was purified by sufferings and misfortunes; Some striking with long orgasms or others become honorary beasts. I was Cupid before you when my home was a bursting wing; O born in chains, and tolling in mental torment, And for the first time, the pallid soul of dead love returned, and showed Such bloody law of loving by me; O enlightened me with bitten breasts, The realm of luminous form that in dark it flowing, Evermore than a designed nightmare And let me feeling the mystic time. Across you, o Psyche, crazy spirits dancing naked, A smelled shadow that I would have most Liked to spare the burden of old age, Has nothing to give; only the glory a Moon-priestesses. And all with hostility toward me and glowing Was Cupid the fair ending of a love? Through which I grew most liked a ghost And speaking with her my last musical invoice Hoping to have a decent response against what I became Without you.