you are Andromeda on a cliff
blindfolded, bound
sacramental sacrifice
for the sins of another
you are Persephone caught
harbinger of winter
pomegranate slut
reluctant companion
you are Ophelia drowned
tragedy and beauty
just below the surface
you are Galatea, goddess kissed
carved for my pleasure
(and hungers, too)
I am something else.
I am the rope that binds you to the rock.
I am the seeds you that led to your downfall
I am the water you surrendered to
and I am the chisel that cut until you were free
As always ’tis sublime.