Three Statues in the Garden

 

Medusa looking at me
inside the mirror
petrifying me
on the Icarus flight.
Leaving me adrift
like Ulysses without Ithaca
wanting mermaids.
And freezes my blood
in the labyrinth
of the veins.
Minotaur and Cyclops
setting the heart rate
of a distant chimera
deciphering riddles.

This muse abuses me
just tying me...
she's a shady girl and
profuse in the silences
telling me secrets,
obstacles and pain.
Not paying attention to me.
I lay down on the floor
prostrate in worship
for this confused muse,
evil Medusa.

Medusa seduces me
violently
with both eyes on fire
calls for me in hisses
and freezing my blood
in the kidneys.
serpentine goddess
with delights in poison
hardening everything in me
making me stone
leaving me alone in a corner
hard.
Forgotten the existence and
cold without fever.
Dehydrated
heroic statue
of the imperfect masculine.