Mender Of Nets Poem by Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga

Mender of Nets—
You wish to be pure, unspoiled
In my mind.
Yes I want you to start there,
Like a naïve delusion
Rendered o’er the canvas of
An imperfect illusion,
Later morph my true intention,
Engage in our give
And take, flickering the Gypsy
Dance of Peitho,
Oceanid, goddess of
Persuasion, seduce me Suadela,
Pour your flesh into
My flagon,
Mend the webbing of our winding
Ways, tuck and pull
Split open lacerations
Make us raw, bring us together
©2009 j.a.o.a.