The hour is slim!

the time to entwine

with her, and

with advantage inhale

the heavy offering

from between the jaws

of her open thighs.

 

Persephone's tasty flesh

renders her cleft

of wet truth-

she can slake this thirst-

can assuage my ache,

then, enthralled against

the serpent earth,

with legs knotted,

we lay tangled

in ancient ruin.

 

words and foto Tommy Carroll