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In The Earth
See the locks meant to keep
me from you and you from me.
Doors kept closed in response
to feelings quickened at the thought.
The gods have not given leave
to the lusts of mortal kind.
Chains are meant to bind the weak
from longings of earthly realm.
Hathor hear the pleads sent high,
Aphrodite help your child tonight,
Erotes in your varied ways
give aid to my tryst this day.
The whispered breezes caution me
that even gods may not intercede
in the fates of mortal beings
mad with need not prior conceived.
I'd tear down the portals high,
to sate the thirst I endure
when from this nectar I'm withheld
by those found soulless in compare.
Now the siren's call to weep
sound for all to hear the call.
Once released the cause is met
with key at hand, knife to breast.
My life is forfeit on this day,
no longer held in gods' hands.
The end has come, nothing more,
my path forsaken to nothingness.
Sweet Venus cry in shame
at where your boon has led this day.
Meant to warm the body full,
my own is laid now in the earth.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160411.
The poem “In The Earth” began with the first line and then turned into a “Romeo and Juliet” type story with a mixture of mythological gods.
me from you and you from me.
Doors kept closed in response
to feelings quickened at the thought.
The gods have not given leave
to the lusts of mortal kind.
Chains are meant to bind the weak
from longings of earthly realm.
Hathor hear the pleads sent high,
Aphrodite help your child tonight,
Erotes in your varied ways
give aid to my tryst this day.
The whispered breezes caution me
that even gods may not intercede
in the fates of mortal beings
mad with need not prior conceived.
I'd tear down the portals high,
to sate the thirst I endure
when from this nectar I'm withheld
by those found soulless in compare.
Now the siren's call to weep
sound for all to hear the call.
Once released the cause is met
with key at hand, knife to breast.
My life is forfeit on this day,
no longer held in gods' hands.
The end has come, nothing more,
my path forsaken to nothingness.
Sweet Venus cry in shame
at where your boon has led this day.
Meant to warm the body full,
my own is laid now in the earth.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160411.
The poem “In The Earth” began with the first line and then turned into a “Romeo and Juliet” type story with a mixture of mythological gods.
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