Medusa My Love
Temple temptress, how I long for your lips,
your milky white skin and sweet-scented hair.
But alas, Athena has cursed you,
for Poseidon's rape and sordid affair.
Don't push me away, Medusa, my love,
you're mortal, unlike your Gorgon sisters.
And though inside you're filled with guilt and shame,
when you flash your scales, your green skin glisters.
If I but glimpse your face, I'll turn to stone,
but I see you through the lens of my heart.
And though slithering serpents crown your head,
it is not enough to force us to part.
Just say the word, and I'll kill Perseus,
like the Gods, he's cruel and merciless.
(Sonnet)
3/25/2018
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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