I am wrent savaged in two – the mind taken leave and left only the craven sense
lover Adonis, willow-radiant anemone my heart takes its rest in you I no longer pace the steppes along the shore – the hot rocks waste their fire on me
what has the boar wrought with that stinging tusk? for he has gored your heart unto mine, tender flesh of generations yoked together – pliant, blood-filled rubies severed now cast out on a single purple ship
all that's left for this feast of eyes is wind over shaded grove of anemone and the nectar of your blood soaked into earth
