Ariadne

wash thy countenance�"

from the fountain of truth

an’ hearken to Sigh’s screams

as thy chest heaves in quietude.

 

appease not in constraint

any of thy faculties ‘reserve,

a wasps ‘sting, forgets as idleness

of Time permeates ones senses.

 

ne’er slash away thy tresses,

to complement for his absence

has he cut thy frail thread ?

as he ushered thee to a labyrinth.

 

or art thou rousing untimely,

for feeling a shadow’s fading;

(as he sheathes his sagacity)

with such quixotic indulgence.

 

for thou art half-clad with misery

upon wearing temptation’s scent.

trail through  with Themis, once more

in an aisle blooming with Narcissus.

 

haven- there is, for a maiden left forlorn;

a shade arched with luscious greens and purples

glowing and awaiting to conspire with your labial caress-

come near! Dionysus bids thee this serene shade and wreathe,

how calming- to be sedated, to be twined, to the vines of wine and love.

Reviews

[Kho-San]

I am no poetic genius, but if there was any word I could conjure up to describe this, I would have to use two: beautifully breathtaking.

[seath]

thank you..for tasting the dew of my work.

[Kho-San]

And I thank you for allowing me the opportunity to do so