Come, red carnations stain the sheets
And candles flicker in the heavy silver
Red wine is breathing in the crystal glasses
Fine lace is flowing in the alcoves like a river.
Come, watch the shadows playing on the wall
When aromatic air is resting on the pillows
The Siamese is purring in her basket
And bowls are filled with reddish tamarillo.
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Caressed together by the waters of Corinth
Into the darkest forests chasing statuary nymphs
The decadence of Hellenistic love
Blissfully raining tears from above.
“The condo of the virgin” sitting empty
The goddess long dissolved into the néant
You softly reading Hebrew texts in Greek
The painful comedy of life on sale this week.
“The condo of the virgin” refers to the Parthenon, temple dedicated to Athena who was a virgin goddess.
via Hellenistic Reverie — Vita Brevis