The hour is slim!
the time to entwine
with her and with
advantage the heavy
want that becomes
the jaws for open
thighs.

Persephone's tasty flesh
renders her cleft
of wet truth.
She can slake this thirst-
can assuage my ache.

When, enthralled against
the serpent earth
with legs knotted,
we lay tangled
in ancient ruin.