Humidity coats my limbs with desert rain
as June unfurls in jasmine mists
the stench of summer
about the fragrant bed
where I have tasted draughts of Eternal Slumber,
and drunk my fill of half-dead visions.
Indigo night settles vulture-like
over the silver plains,
swallowing the horizon beneath its wings.
Delirious in the face of Death,
I trace life lines through the stars;
but no path presents itself from the torch-obscured darkness.
Thus, choking on the fuming heat,
I succumb once more to leaden sleep.
Recollections seep from deep-sea marrow,
flooding eyes wide open behind their lids
with blurred impressions, vague distortions.
Bound up in turquoise silk of the Nile,
the slightness of a blink
sails Time and Space
from silken bower to moonwashed grave.
Leopard without spots,
I shed my myrrh-oiled skin upon the banks:
gossamer crumpling into lotus waves,
slick and serpentine.
A persuasive lover, the River clings
effortlessly along my sinking frame,
dropping gently through the currents
to plumb the peace of still waters
and quiet, spellbound dreams.
A(nother) devastatingly hot day.
Daemonia Nymphe - "Dios Astrapaiou":