Love Gratified

His honey hair 

Bare page skin

And eyes like thyme-leaved bluets

Tore my desire with

His tragedy and comedy

My Thalia and Melpomene

Palpably sweet to

My mind composing 

Our love affair scrolling

From the beginning of time

To the end of days 

Memorializing our poetry

Branded hot on

His vulnerable flesh 

Touching my need with

Our bodies weaving

And seducing me into 

A state of melancholy 

From a conscious longing

Laced with dreamy perception 

And pulsing with antiquity 

Imagined and drifting

Taunted wild by illusion

And sketched permanent

Onto my Aphrodite soul

But splitting my reality 

The blinding fantasy 

Of a passionate novella

Found and experienced

In two strangers crossing