Monday, June 21, 2010

She, your high myth, your untouchable fable,
a fantasy to unribbon, to decipher, to capture
to unravel yourself in the labyrinth of her lips
you desire, to boast how you climbed to
Mt. Olympus and captured this flaming emblem
But noone builds a house on a mirage and no one
eats from the phantasm of her love