"Will ye take her to chain her with chains,
who is older than all ye gods?"
Swinburne, Hymn to Proserpine
"...the hierarchy of female over male
is the spiritual principle..."
--Camille Paglia
I will adore you only with amorous agonies,
adore me in the like
the paper here is coerced with my lips,
red not with rouge, but with the winesap
kiss of blood
as you would to me, kiss my wounded
small breasts, with the blood of my womanhood
on your tongue
Red are the mysteries taken fullseen,
the physical heart,
the bond that never binds exclusively,
but longer than forever
and, if you would seduce me,
do it with a state of whiteness,
the glow surrounding the bluish sparkle
that is made of ecstasy
but carry me with the salt of your passions
as I did carry you,
come and love me as you will
my thief husband
I will stay black as liquidnight
in the murky depths and wait for Hermes
three times the artful one who
will awaken me to my birth once more
and meanwhile, pass my time
with Erebus below
suckling dead souls |
