Aphrodite

May is the season of the peony, the rose,the lilly of the valley...

Oh, how I yearn for all of her scents...

Oh, why do you deny us the nightingale's song...?
It is the death knell... that tolls... that tolls for us..
Time will obliterate our beauty... time will atrophy our bodies...
Time will erase the ink from my hand... time will distort the memory of you form my psyche...

Why not accept the ouvertures... of my love... why do you permit me to wallow in the moraine...?

Oh, Aphrodite.. it is the hymn of Carpe Diem that i solicit from you... in order to immerse myself in your scents... your touch...
your gait...

i spiral in the concentric circles of hades... Hades is my guide... disarray is the maxim, and darkness awaits me...

Oh, why do you deny us the lark's song...?
Why do you not invoke Apollo's sweet melodies...
Why do yo deny us the hummingbird's euphonic tune...?

The Watchtowers no longer remain... the Gulf of Mexico is black... the birds' melodies are cacophonic.
The Watchtowers are awash in black sludge... the birds' tunes are silent...
BP is immersed in the black gold... It does not need the birds' songs...
The Watchtowers collapse over me... we are all mere pawns in this cycle of exploitation...

Oh, Aphrodite, please release me from this pain...
Oh, Aphrodite, my mind's eyes are drowning in tears...
I am unable to see the shore... because of the black sludge...
I am unable to smell the lemons of yesteryear... i drown in the black... i eat the black... i touch black...
i swim... i drown...
i sleep... i die...

i die a thousand deaths... within the continuum of this dark sleep... i travel along the contours of your body... in search of sweet melodies... only to to die on the periphery... of your world...

oh, Aphrodite, i need to retrace the contours of your profile.

The cave dwellers swim with me... as i reach for that last magnolia... i reach for its sweet scent amid the black, amid the heavy black pall...