"To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god." - Jorge Luis Borges ------------------------------- Above the flow of the River Styx Not through verity, but through tricks The sweet ambrosia her lips betwixt Lay the goddess Aphrodite; And like a maiden smiling she Giving him no chance to flee The mortal man, good Anchises Succumbed to her delight. And every moment he did quiver His fatal body moving with her It gushed as her eternal River Carried him away; With aromas only from above Cast from the hair of the Lady of Love, An enchantment in the sky she wove All through the dusk and day. Her honeyed skin a divine place What smooth contortions on her face, What rush of stormy, powered grace The mortal man did feel; The orchestra conducted so By nimble fingers all aglow His every thrill she'd overthrow This goddess at the wheel. So dancing with the earthen-born, She brought him close to break of dawn, Her body in cool dews adorned, Beneath the skies of Zeus; Inflicted with mortality Destruction he could now foresee; Yet her coils of vitality With his self did fuse; For though his muscles soon would tire, Laced with effort's blazing fire But not without burning desire His finite lungs would ache; She roused in him a forceful spark So in the following fall of dark And fright'ning tree-souls from their bark His body she did take. And throwing back her frenzied head, Passion's song through air did thread, And her ripened thighs did spread, Laid open to the world; And ripples tore across his skin As freshened moonlight entered in And in the river he did swim His last pleasure now unfurled. Now in fading wonder of her grip Into a reverie he did slip Hands fell from her magnificent hip He gazed up at her eyes - And in their smouldering timeless power She looked upon his final hour As bees dismiss the dying flower She witnessed his demise.