Red headed Eros,
So near.
Fallen from an
Angelic perch,
Visible suddenly
To mere mortals eyes.
Will we perceive
Your godly nature
Or baseness only
Will we see?
Pick me up from
My sudden fall
From grace, lower
Than I intended.
Oh Eros, cast a
Glance my way.
Shine light into
Darkened rooms
Not visited for
Such a short time
Yet seems so long.
Dust clutters corners
Unused, lazy, unpracticed.
But, no, leave the key in the lock
The bird in the cage.
She must preen,
Rise again from ashes,
Flame to life once more,
Before your touch can
Unlatch the door
To set the singing
Phoenix free once more.
Red headed Eros, bring her to life again.
II.
Royal Eros,
Cast your crashing sea
Across my form.
I lie on the golden shore
Awaiting blue annihilation.
Subsume my soul
And raise me, idol, to
Pinnacles undreamt.
Surely the after-life
Will allow us peace.
Eros! I fall! The darkness claims me.
Extend your wings and
Catch my frailty in the
Burning strength of your
Feathered embrace.
Scorch my cooling lips with
Your sweet breath.
Bring life back
Into these darkening eyes.
Allow me to gaze into
The azure pools' infinity.
I will be another
Psyche - not in traditional
Name, nor face, nor form,
Nor action except by
The appearance by your
Side, a different consort.
Bring me across the veil
To join with your existence.
I bring other qualities
To usurp that Other,
To drink sweet nectar and
Cast her aside.
In place of false Psyche,
The true Psyche.
Spirit, soul, mind,
All are my realm.
I am her better.
Psyche, also Aphrodite, sensuous,
Athene, analytical,
Artemis, fierce and powerful.
Learned of all these yet
Powerless without some action.
III.
Still blind to me, Eros,
See me! See my Desire
For your beauteous face.
I Die each moment
For your strong forearms.
I swoon, I sigh
For closeness,
A breath of voice across
My brow, I close my eyes.
I feel your presence.
Vibrance engulfing me,
I Dream for this,
I Despair for this,
Delirium swallows me,
My tongue flicks the edge
Of my green bottle and
Your Eyes follow, I see,
Perhaps your Desire?
This Dance we do.
Speak, oh Eros, of Destiny.
IV.
Mirror tilt of your head
And beautiful smile, dear
Eros, your comb gleams.
Brightly burnished and
Maintained
Unlike the soft red gold of
A previous encounter
Where a smile made a heart
Soften again.
My God, I softly swear
And a smile is kept for
hours afterward.
How is it that your charm
Is so infectious?
Of course, that is you, Eros.
You are a god of desire,
Love, passion.
V.
I dream of children
Of Eros and Psyche.
Children of emotion and mind.
The Enlightenment
And the New Enlightenment
To come again.
With both halves of
A Whole, two Wholes in
One Whole, Balance.
I believe that was where
Your story was leading,
Eros, when so rudely
Interrupted by those
Machinations of men
Filled with hubris and
Self-importance.
Empires grew, conquered,
Crumbled and fell
As you waited, watched,
Were invoked and were reviled.
But we are patient, are we not?
Dear Immortal Eros.
Men are candle flames,
Flickering in the dark.
Passing lightning and
Small phosphorescent insects.
And Immortals can wait
To enact their plans,
Once the soil is ready
To receive the Divine Seed.
VI.
A Psyche not worthy
Of your Love, dear Eros?
I console myself in the
Arms of no one.
My heart, barren and bereft,
As you smile apologetically
And offer consolation.
Now I wish not even for
Her Abandonment,
Simply peace for a stone heart.
Not cold, but empty, empty.
There is nothing there, your Flame
Has consumed it, leaving Ashes.
Eros, one day, come again.
But not now, not now.
Leave this Psyche to her Solitude,
To be a Moon Maiden once more,
Someday to reawaken the
Aphrodite.
But Eros, you will be different.
You shall take another form
To try to woo this Psyche.
Until that day, dear Eros,
You shall slumber in my empty heart
Echoing through its four grey rooms,
Witness to year of battles
Entered and fought, some parts have perished
Scarred walls, broken walls, patched roughly in haste.
Always in haste, dear Eros,
Because this Psyche seeks you so intently
Unwisely, the chosen stonemason is an apprentice,
Unskilled, impatient.
Witness, Eros, the ravages of your Power,
God of Passionate Love,
Witness the scars of your deeds.
In many guises you travels, Eros,
And each guise bears its own pain
With a Desire mask,
Leaves its unique mark behind.
Eros, learn mercy while you visit this ruin.
At least try.