Spring

White-armed Persephone
Queen of the Dead
Stirs and rises
Ascending from dark-walled Hades
Returning to the light
Joyful tears fill her mother's eyes and fall to the land below
Winter sleeps and Spring is reborn
A gentle breeze, the sweet, musky breath of Spring, stirs new leaves
A cold rain, tears of Demeter, falls and nourishes the thirsty earth
While the earth blossoms
I lie inside, feasting on your lips
Still fresh and sweet and red with wine
I grow drunk and intoxicated
As I lose myself in your flesh
Sweet ambrosia
Succulent nectar
I am one with the gods and goddess on high