What could she sing to him now?
He does not want to hear
How to speak about harmony?
He has his ears clogged with wax
Unwisely though he's tied
on the life's mast
he spends the now
he leaves her deficient
Was this love or just passion?
He grabbed his entire
piece of lust
undisciplined he devours
The prey of pleasure
Was this love or just passion?
She is touching her members
At nights she feels
She is half.
With muffled inarticulate
Shouts she invites
Her dream in lack
The priestess of love
Refuses to be
Uninvolved, although glorious
Just a faceless executioner
in the sacrifice's feast.
(c) ChrysaVelissariou2013
