Which Muse doest thou invoke to hold me spellbound?
From the comforts of thy marriage bed
thou hast wooed me,
Captured my soul, within thy grappling arms
and held me bound by thy love.
Doest thy ambition, compare wholly with Helen of Troy?
Thou hast stolen all my kisses, with
thy garnet moist lips,
Where wholesale, my fears just disappear
within thy loving embrace.
How fragile be the Siren's love, with thee near?
Whose sacred trust doest thou misplay
thy husbands, mine or thine own,
How can thou knowest where thy heart lies
when shifting sheets hang-out to dry?
With whose burgeoning souls doeth Polyhymnia sing?
Betwixt thy limbs I desperately wish to feast
till dawn doeth shine & come again.
Thy famished passions reside within my bosom
like rain falling on desert sands.
For whom, doeth thy beguiling Nymphs in ecstasy reign?
Must I be laden with thy desires, to hold
their locks, weights & balance?
As thy breath doeth brush my breasts
all reserve scurries away to hide.
Now Erato hath plied us both with her just rewards.
Thou doeth bare my body to Dante's "Inferno"
manipulating me by designation,
My soul captured within thy spirit
carried-off to "Purgatory".
Gaea doeth guide the machinations of thy life!
Behold, shining beauty displayed, giveth
the world, hearts full of dare
In these moments doeth caution fade
hopes & dreams erected outside the shade.
Will Chronos' visit, gain me time by thy glorious side?
What thou givest me is but a trinket, next
to a life of joy fulfilled,
If but a taste of thee, be all I receive
then, ... also that, shall I accede.
Doeth Aphrodite, bequeath thee, mine heart?
In whose arms, doeth thy fire now ignite
burn unhindered within their realm,
Canst thou steady the embers of heaven
realign thy hearts domain?
Why must, thy play be done upon Apollo's field?
How doest thou remain with thy husband
while here I lay, desolate?
Doest thou saturate thy pleasure in my bed
while holding tight, his security?
Doeth Nostrademus inspire thy honest wanton desires?
Wherewith will I discover thy honesty
in heart, body, soul or mind,
Will Sappho rule where thou resides,
can she sustain thy hunger?
Now doeth Sanhedrin hold to account my words bequeathed!
Thou hast lain thy scarred heart within mine keeping,
treasured trust doeth deny social mores,
Such honour bestowed, decimates all my defences,
thy encompassing love be infinitely encrypted.
Is Graves willing, to re-educate the pair of us?
If our time as one has meaning of spirit
may the Goddess grant me hope!
Abroad or near, to hold thee ever closer
mine eyes fill with thy loving grace.
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