the bed linen soaked your dark passion
as your hands gripped my pale cheeks
kissing my lips until I was bruised pink
crushed in the death grip of your arms
i felt no tenderness nor waning of your lust
you wanted to scourge my body into hades
as your hands gripped my pale cheeks
kissing my lips until I was bruised pink
crushed in the death grip of your arms
i felt no tenderness nor waning of your lust
you wanted to scourge my body into hades
all the flowers from my hair fell, scattered
in the floor, cold and metallic, unlike the soft
garden of my home, now so very far away
your long limbs pressed close, eyes glazing
not even the shadows of the night can hide
your fierce ardor, unapologetic and raw
in the floor, cold and metallic, unlike the soft
garden of my home, now so very far away
your long limbs pressed close, eyes glazing
not even the shadows of the night can hide
your fierce ardor, unapologetic and raw
my maidenly robe hanged, ripped, crumpled,
by doorway between earth and hell
I could not tell the difference, forgetting as
I came alive, writhing under your soft mouth
warm, fervent hands kneading my bare skin
by doorway between earth and hell
I could not tell the difference, forgetting as
I came alive, writhing under your soft mouth
warm, fervent hands kneading my bare skin
my lips sighed, moaned, drowning out
mother’s pleas and cries in the wind
all over the world, her anguish echoed
tears killing the lush meadows, soil
wasteland, barren and empty like her heart
mother’s pleas and cries in the wind
all over the world, her anguish echoed
tears killing the lush meadows, soil
wasteland, barren and empty like her heart
forget, I wanted to, my motherland
as your lips devoured my cup, filling
every inch of my pure white flesh
in throes of black spell, i felt alive
your queen, replete with your fruits
as your lips devoured my cup, filling
every inch of my pure white flesh
in throes of black spell, i felt alive
your queen, replete with your fruits
offering pomegranate seeds for my rest
a taste of heaven you said, and I took it
slowly licking reddish pulp from your fingers
coal eyes glowed with pride as you gazed
at velvet purple ribbon around my neck
at velvet purple ribbon around my neck
Author's Note: The Gooseberry Garden: POETRY PICNIC WK 6 : Stories from Mythology, Culture and of life. An interpretation on the myth of Persephone, when the King of Hades kidnapped and brought her to the underworld. Her mother, Demeter caused a terrible drought that forced Zeus to bring Persephone back, but she was obliged to spend half of the year in the underworld.
Updated: This poem was selected as Poem of the Week by Gooseberry Garden. Thank you ~
Updated: This poem was selected as Poem of the Week by Gooseberry Garden. Thank you ~
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