Tantalus'
Lament
My father has sent me to
hell
For being what I call
Filanthropikos
(charitable)
Evgenis (kind)
He has never felt
compassion toward a mortal's inescapable fate
Buried in tempting waters
up to the chin,
One droplet would suffice,
But she withdraws
at the approach of my parched lips.
A tree bearing luscious
fruit
dangles her branches just above my brow,
She offers me
a taste but torments me instead.
I beg for their poisons so
that I may crumble in their arms,
But they feel ecstasy in the
wake of my torment.
About: Face
Beyond the window's spider
web cracks
I can see your profile,
the features of your
face:
Hair
Eyes
Nose
Mouth
My heart pounding
like
watermelons dropped on timpani.
You slowly approach,
The
imperfect glass distorting your face:
eYe
HaiR
Nose
Eye
mOUTh
You're calling my
names,
Those little four letter words that burrow into my
heart
And metamorphose into moods,
Waiting to feel the moist
skin of your hand on my face
I open the door,
You touch me
and I fall.
And I will belong to you until
you tell me
otherwise