If you felt the fires of love,
mule-driver,

you would make more haste to see Venus.
I love a charming boy;

I ask you,
goad the mules;

let’s go.
Take me to Pompeii,

where love is sweet.
You are mine…

If anyone does not believe in Venus,
they should gaze at my girl friend.

Oh,
you creature!
Will you be content?
Overcome,
he was content.
At least,
falling into a deep dark pit.

He was gone.
And won’t come back.
It was early,
but he reached very still,
then seemed to disappear in a wave of
sadness and heart-rending care.

In the days that followed,
divided between happiness and unhappiness,
hope and fear,
he realized now that living,
was indeed,
difficult.

He became aware.

He
'tidied himself up'
so he could see too much of the particular
routine.

But I am breaking,
I must leave. It was our faults.
But please, don’t help me.

The weeds
sunk in the Earth.
The entrance,
disguised by tangles of flowering
eyes.
Something
might be
even clearer.
He considered leaving.

dont cry,
please,
be comforted.

pure and unblemished,
like a humble
sacred object.