eternity.

be my queen instead.

Persephone,

i wanted so badly to taste

your pomegranate lips,

feel your death rot cold skin

against my skin,

and breathe in the lust, the sin.

Hades,

you don't deserve her

and never will.

only women who have died 

a thousand times can understand the warm

blood rush, fruit flavored kisses,

the heat.

yes, death is cold but

i could warm her, i know.

she brings the springtime with her and loves

unconditionally; the way she loves is so much more than

any god man could handle

we know each other so well, our bodies

press together to form 

something ineffable in its pure

(love lust trust) 

finality

i want her hellfire, i want  

her formaldehyde {heart}

i want to eat in her ether &

taste the changing seasons

& falling autumn leaves.

(Persephone, 

let's die together.)

Author's Note

i realized like halfway thru writing this that it might seem like i'm talking about falling in love with the idea of death which fits the theme of my other poems rlly well actually but in actuality i'm just a huge lesbian and i have a huge gay crush on the goddess of the underworld oops

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the way you mix mythology, the seasons and sensuality in this poem works so well...
and what a great ending...i did not take that literally...i thought "die of passion"---that is what it felt like to me...and what a happy death it would be. "i want to feel your death rot cold skin"--
wow on that line...reminded me of an old song by Alice Cooper..."i love the dead, when they're blue and cold"---
a real trip this one is...
j.

[Jasmin Vieira]

As soon as I finished reading this I said "Woah"
Loved it!