zephyros, who killed gentle hyacinthus in
a fit a passion
was condemned for the crime
for that passion borne of love for a boy
his penance was and is paid in eternal service to the god eros
god of love and god of understanding for
violent zephyros, driven mad by what he could not have
zephyros’s wind warms us all
all who gaze upon the forbidden
those fist clenchers, those hopeless romantics, those desperate addicts of whirlwind violent passion
zephyros
who coined the very concept of love-driven insanity, who murdered his would-be paramour
is the patron saint of [our] desperation
rip hyacinthus, a boy so lovely he inspired ****** from the gentlest of the winds