Persephone's Filthy Dream
This is the tangled time
The time that heavy with want
Becomes the jaw for open thighs.
My tasty flesh renders
The cleft for wet truth.
The hour is slim; my ache can shatter Persephone's slake.
Enthralled against the serpent earth!
Legs knotted, lay tangled in ancient ruin.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Wed 4th Nov 2009 15:13
Lovely poem in my Profile, Tommy. You have such a sure creative touch. Why do you kid around so much? Is it some prescribed mental exercise to encourage brain cell function?
I'd be a tad careful of posting too many 'itsy bitsies', especially if they are connected like consecutive verses of one idea; I think you might irritate many readers who do want to be supportive.