Lovesick For Mina
One might see in MinaMy diseaseBut it is She who has infected meFor all eternity...
As the sun slips the tearaway starsInto the scented scheme of nightI kissed her mouth like a dark red roseSet upon a marbled dream of whiteSo pure of thought like a Vestal statueJewelled with a God-lent graceI was close to coming when She bid adieuFuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there
Oh Mina, obscenerThoughts obsess my daysOh Mina, obscenerThoughts possess meThat I must now obey
They say the darkest hourIs that before the dawnWhen nothing in one's powerCan dissipate the great forlornShadows of fire that haunt meLike risen whispers of her nameFor dawn is a duskWherein needs mustErupt from the grave, aflame
Written in the dead of nightAnd riding on the burning windSmitten by her read delightMy words alight like leaves of sin
Stepping through a mirrorThe princess of the emerald glassBrought me one step nearerLove's infernal past...
They say Hell hath no furiesLike a woman scorned by lifeWhen the Heavenly Judge and juriesParticipate to chain this wifeWith forced virtues, Her secret needsDrew on my foreign bloodOn warm wet nights, with storm-wracked bitesI gave her Eden after the flood
Written in the dead of nightAnd riding on the burning windSmitten by her read delightMy words alight like leaves of sin
Verona, Marishka, AleeraBrides of old and goddesses allForgive my wishes to be always near herForever or whenever seas recall
This Aphrodite from my embraceFor as Mars (whom her lips placate)I tore these shores with wars of hatredBefore our Paris set his fateIn Helen, one might find mistakeIn winning tragedyFor all eternity...
I am still lovesick for MinaI am still so lovesick for he
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