The Woman I Met For Coffee and Tea

Below the stars and the sliver of a moon… Sleeping with her would be like making love to a fine piece of art. A piece of art in itself the performance would become, A painting in continuous action made up of the finest subjects, Like Adonis and Persephone upon the leaves of fall… Decrepit Adonis now more human than before, And benevolent Persephone who has betrayed her underground layer, The two creatures morphing into something else for this moment and more --For this beautiful piece of wondrous allure. If one could hold this imaginative act of creation in an earth held still --the hatred of the most loveless souls would crumble to pieces. Yet these moments must be postponed, For any man who traded lust for love, did not do it without regret.