Procne Poems - Poems about Procne

...I must be dreaming. Alas, through every dream, like pain through anesthesia, a torturous reality shows up. A burning taste of jealousy. A blind deaf muteness of lust… I think I’d better ......Read the rest...

...Blessed be the hour when angels shake my filth off their wings. The night was a garden of eyes*. Luckily, days are blind. Mute with the sinful obsession, deaf to the call of blood, I look for......Read the rest...