Sapphic ThoughtsSappho - to understand your ancient wordswhen the one I lovedotes upon another.My azure eyes are devouredby jealousy's green shadow.The prick of a needle magnifiesbecoming a rapier's caress,a candle never meltingfed by what could bebut never will.Despair so vastthe ocean could not submerge it,exposed and unexplainably afloat.Do you see it, my love?Do you ignore my attentions?Or has staring at the sun left you blind?
Ode to SapphoYour raven hair gave no birth tothese honey hued tressesyour olive skin hides differentveins and muscles,millenia olderthan this days-young tawninessI don.Your small breasts mimic mine, perhaps, but that is mere legend.No one knows for sure,except the Gods.Yet I feel your passion as if I were born from yourvocal chords and sculptedby those same fingers which plucked that lyre of yore.Sappho, imperfect woman, Lead by love, by lustGuided by good, while revelling in rebellionReincarnate yourself in my words!Drip the juice of pomegranitesand Lesbian winefrom your mouth into mine!Make love to mel