Haven is a place
She is a namesake
I added a little of myself
And a bit of her too
It was a brief body interlude
A moment in time
She met me there
At sunshine square
Where the grass was so soft
On my skin
A town in the east
So long of a way
From anywhere
You may call it my sabbatical
To Jerusalem
Where I was so vainly trying to purify
The holy water I sipped from
Persephone's hands
It overwhelmed my senses
Though it was inadequate
Those small tastes of victory
Relinquished from her to me
I adopted her ingenious ways
This lady I met
At a town in the east
During my virginal days
My oh so sweet days
Modeled my steps
In tune with her own
Curbed my voracity
To purify my soul
She convinced me to
Remove thyself
Detach thyself
Reinvent and recreate
So you don't feel the bruises
Left behind
But to make use of the scars
Bury them deep
Beneath words only she and I know
Misinterpretations made easy
With softly spoken
Clever words
For that's the flow of how things go
Muse and ponder
Masochism
And be molded a tease
On a pedestal
She the engineer
Brush stroke with a single finger
From my sleek calf to thigh
A vision of sedition
in a pose
for you
my grace
worship me
like a dream come true
for that's what she intended you to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem