Niko Tiliopoulos

Love Must Be Spoken In A Thunderstorm - Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

When death dies
from the Medusa’s arrows:


the raindrops
that tell the tales of the Devil
hidden in your heart.


to the wind-song of Persephone
on the pedals of the flowers;
it is the pain of the enchanted lovers.

It is a curse, they say, to stare at your reflection,
on a lake, in a cloudy night.

But look

it is the fire of topaz
that for aeons now
has enslaved Circe.


the scent that’s approaching,
it’s of Bacchus,
Ha! Dionysus knows fun.


the mud;
it could be her shoulder, her breasts,
it could be life,

And only then,
when the vibrations distort your senses,
watch the lightning flash in her eyes
and shout:

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 8, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 14, 2010

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